As i slowly and patiently punch in these words with my useless left hand, i am left, once again, astounded by the handicapped's will to live. They truly have my fullest respect. The stitch in my hand seems to tighten every time i spread my palm gingerly. Even squeezing toothpaste out is a chore. Eating's a bitch. I don't understand how people can actually unwrap sweets or chocs with 1 hand. I cannot even open the tic tac box laaaa... Weird disapproving stares greet me when i am out, whether i am standing on the train or grabbing on for dear life in the bus. What if i miss the supprt bar and grip .. something else? Police case already laaaar.

Picture a loose stitching on a fabric, any fabric, imagine tugging at it now. Till the fabric crumples. That's how my wrist looks like, i cringe without even looking at it.

Dear dear.. Looks like valiant ol' Yang Guo had his shiet days too.

6:20 am;

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