Ugh. Another meeting. Another hearing. Another demanding client, and another annoying woman to be fended off. I’m so bored of having to live like this. Shouldn’t we live the life to the fullest? Though, remembering my current situation, I can safely say that my life is far from being lived to the fullest. I will have to go home to an empty apartment again, staring out of the window in resignation. Is this the life I’ve signed myself for? I used to think that way. I used to think of having to live for the sake of living it. I used to think that the monotonous pace will last until I take my last breath, because it is what I have to do after all. I used to, until I am not. Until the day she collided with me, literally.