I think about every possibilities, every obstacles and every decisions I have made so far.
Being away from my family, far enough so I have my space to be independent, but still close enough to be a part of their life.
I chose to stay, instead of discovering what else is out there.
to possibly embark on a journey in a no mans land, where one can never know whether they’ll make it home.
I hated my guts for those decisions
Mr. Regret often pays a visit, especially when I am vulnerable.
Now, that is one thing people don’t believe I am.
Vulnerable, what’s that word even mean.
When you put Lisa and Vulnerable together, it dont match they say
its like eating ice cream with tomato sauce.
its like wearing a pink polkadot shirt with golden stripes trousers
it simply does not make sense.
I felt silly. I still do.
I think I am silly to even write these feelings down
What kind of sore losers waking up in the morning writing down her feelings?
I am suppose to be working on my thesis, but to heck with that.
I am not even sure I’m writing a good one. Let’s just wish I’ll be holding on that bloody black scroll in exactly 45 days.
Where everything comes down to that one day.
and the countdown begins…