Sometimes I wish I can runaway. I wanted to go out alone today. All the way from morning and come home really late, or stay out late. Or maybe get myself lost somewhere. But today's fathers' day.
So I went back to sleep. Thankfully I could.
I still feel so damn pissed I don't know how to forgive myself. There's just so many things I did I probably shouldn't have done, even if I thought it was the best choice.
I don't know. After so long I'm still fighting with myself over I don't know what reason either. Maybe there's just too many.
Perhaps I always take stuff for granted. Yes maybe I've thought about it before. But I had my reasons. And if I really did, I'd most probably be regretting more than I already am now. Maybe it's better this way. But I don't want to know. Because I think I'd be better if given the chance once again. I'll just wait and see. If I'm still alive by then. Couldn't breathe well for half an hour after I ate that curry stuff.
All my fault.
I try to say goodbye and I choke Try to walk away and I stumble