I was fed up. I couldn't stand them anymore. Sometimes it takes all of my willpower to hold back the number of cuss words and rude gestures that I have learned in high school and college.
So when there was an opening, I took the chance and seized it.
Because going out by myself into the terrifying unknown is better than to stay in the safe yet emotionally draining environment.
Am I afraid? Very.
But do I regret my actions? No way.
Sometimes, you have to make decisions and stick to it. Even if it means losing the familairity of bright shiny faces and eternal routines. It's the only way that you can prove to yourself that you're actually living and not just existing.
Hopefully I can sing "My Way" at the end of my days without somebody telling me to shut the hell up.
i have lost my voice.
and i do mean it literally.
sore throat+cough+teaching+stress+self-destructive desires = mute
the world is probably ending because for once, i can't talk.haha.