I dreamt that I was giving someone the dressing down of his life. Scolding him for what he has changed into, for betraying his beliefs, throwing away what he believed in. In the end, I realised I was shouting to a mirror.

Sigh.

Last night, while talking to Jenny sis, I realised I was still weak... I thought they would never roll down again, I thought I had hardened. But they watered again. Guess it will never be ok anytime soon. fml.