being back at my parents house for any reason was a mistake. i thought i had taken things lightly, but NOT. the fact is that it's very hard for me to live with this family ever again. i've been away too long. changing too much. i'm not the 15 year old girl who walk out from this house with those 2 luggages. i'm just not that person anymore. no one seems to understand it in this house. with the event of my mother passing away, things just going depressive. this house is depressive. i'm just not going to dwell into it. this situation is going to where everybody just need to take care of themselves. deal with it and survive. not putting any burden to anyone for all they care. i guess i had lost my sympathy for any form of lost. cause i had taken back all my feelings for everything too long. for i haven't even grieve for my myself.
i guess i had to take care for myself for now. i need to go back to yogya and live on.
