I had some talks with my brother about our past last night. As time passes by, the smoke from our cigarettes start to fade, we start to talk about our past. After one to another stories, we finally realize the reach of our stupidity was beyond control. The feeling of shame immediately struck our heart as we start to remember every details. My brother and I can't actually believe that both of us really did those stupid things because of stupid reasons. Those stupid reasons really fucked us up, and cause terrible impact to our lives. However, we're grateful for every lessons that we had. We're grateful for those guys who willingly to accept both of us after what we had done to them, we're grateful that those stupid incidents doesn't last long, and we're grateful that my brother and I still have each other.