Home

home doesn't seem all that appealing anymore. it's only when i'm around for some time that i actually see the entirety of the situation. home is really not that happy after all.does family not mean anything? do i not mean anything? all these time, i thought that at least i meant something. today i realised that i have actually been living a lie. everything that i believed in doesn't matter anymore. there's only one word for it. betrayal. i feel hurt. i'm let down. not by you, but by my inability to shine.

i can't agree more with the saying 'money is the root to all evil'. it is just so true. i hate it when people argue over money. even more so when it's about spending money. what the heck is the problem? sometimes i secretly wish that it didn't come. then maybe we'd still be living our happy lives. but who am i to say?

home is different now.

no matter what,

it's still a place i call home...

wein