So I just finished Tapped Out and guess what. I miss fighting in the ring. I miss those days spent in the gym. I miss kicking people right on their face, legally. Haha but this is not about how I spread my anger, not about violence but about  what I remember, no matter how many bruises I got, now many times I got my ankle sprained, it wasn’t that hurt much compare to when I am fighting to my own self, my own thought, my own emotion. I can’t recall when was the last time I feel the victory. I almost forget how it feels to have someone being so proud of me. I forgot when was the last time I didn’t make someone disappointed of me. Just look at me now. I am a total loser. I am good at nothing. I am useless.