There's a void in my life that nothing or no one can fill. It's just a hollow space, as empty as the overturned bucket sitting in the corner of the kitchen's toilet. On some days, I feel as redundant, useless and not not to mention, ugly as it too.
Come to think of it, maybe I was a bucket in my previous life.
An empty, redundant, useless, ugly bucket.
Yeap, that must have been me alright.