Now this is the part where i really feel that Home isn't Home anymore.
This is the part where i Hate to come back home.
Having to witness all the Bullshits that's going on in the house.
Having to listen all the Nonsense.
I am the kind of person who just keeps quiet and observe things around me.
& a young adult like me is no longer immature to understand things.
I can't say who's right or wrong.
Because to me every is wrong.
But i just can't voice out.
& i never will.

The only reason i want to come back home is because of My Lovely Sister.
She's going through the phase of life that i just had last year.
She needs my support.
I know she does. Definitely.
& that's the reason why i only miss her the most in the family.

& how i wish i'm at the east side of Singapore.
Feeling all peaceful every morning i wake up.
To be able to see my grandmother's face every morning.
& knowing that life at my second home is way much calm.

But still, where i am right now.
Somewhere i have to call HOME.


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How would you feel if you are typing this post with
your fingers trembling on your keyboard.
& you are crying like a small kid.
With mixed emotions.
Fear. Disappointment. Sorrowness. Anger.


I want my HOME back please.
Please.
;(

Now this is the part where i really feel that Home isn't Home anymore.
This is the part where i Hate to come back home.
Having to witness all the Bullshits that's going on in the house.
Having to listen all the Nonsense.
I am the kind of person who just keeps quiet and observe things around me.
& a young adult like me is no longer immature to understand things.
I can't say who's right or wrong.
Because to me every is wrong.
But i just can't voice out.
& i never will.

The only reason i want to come back home is because of My Lovely Sister.
She's going through the phase of life that i just had last year.
She needs my support.
I know she does. Definitely.
& that's the reason why i only miss her the most in the family.

& how i wish i'm at the east side of Singapore.
Feeling all peaceful every morning i wake up.
To be able to see my grandmother's face every morning.
& knowing that life at my second home is way much calm.

But still, where i am right now.
Somewhere i have to call HOME.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How would you feel if you are typing this post with
your fingers trembling on your keyboard.
& you are crying like a small kid.
With mixed emotions.
Fear. Disappointment. Sorrowness. Anger.


I want my HOME back please.
Please.
;(