wanderlust

four walls.
again. i'm going to hang myself.
goodbye world.

why do they like doing this to me?
isn't it bad enough that i don't get to go to bangkok?
and that i can't even go for a movie marathon?

why do i have to fight so hard for freedom that is mine?
it gets embarrassing, when i'm at so-and-so's house and i have to excuse myself by 10pm because the people at home can't sleep.
omg it's so za dou i don't even know what to say to that.


so we're at hartamas one saturday evening
people i haven't seen in maybe a year?
people i don't talk to a lot
people i'm pretty much alright with
it's a farewell. but proper goodbyes shouldn't be said at such a place, at such a time.
it seems a happy occasion but truly, it's one of those things that make you realize this could be it. this could be the end of it all.
and with that, maybe there's also a new beginning.
maybe not for me, but for everyone else there that night.

is it a crime to want?
not like i would ever have.
it's the intention that matters.