Looking back is everyone's problem.

I don't have problem with my path back then, my path was graciously fit and howling and thriving. Even when i hit rock bottom at times, it's a good thing to see, because i'm not there anymore. And the people i met, the jobless dreadlocks-haired wanker, lion-esque architect, temper tantrum gamer, agnostic lennon-mania who apparently has anger issue as well, mid-aged man who give everything but got nothing, or simply a maniac, they taught me priceless lessons. Hail to those maniacs.

But if i look around the neighborhood, it's just quite painful to see. Being back-talked by judgmental sociopath whom i have never acknowledged before (kidding, i know her, the utter double-faced biatch, but i never spill that nickname to anyone, even if so, i never refer to anyone ho). Why can't she hold her poisonous mouth from being so shallow and cruel. it really hurts.

Now even if i have no problem with my path, i have to deal with shallow people who has problem with their paths which now intersected with my path and not ready to leave it just yet. sucker.