Far Away

"Does it always have to be me? Can it be somebody else?!"

I live in a life of choices but each choices ended up the worst. I don't know why it always happen (IT ALWAYS HAPPEN) and I hated it for letting it happen to me.

Today is Saturday. As we all know, Saturday is a day of rest. But for now, it wasn't.

As usual, I woke up late. Eat breakfast. Sleep. Eat again. Play the guitar and listen to my mother shouting from upstairs telling me to clean my room. (I used to throw things everywhere so I am getting used to it).

But this life makes me sick. Why does it have to be so-like-a-jail in here? It's always what they want. How about what I want?

There was this incident that happened to me just this first quarter. I don't want to reiterate it because I was afraid that someone will judge me sooner or later.

So I keep it a secret and it is a very hard secret to keep.