I will write as i wish. i know people read, they misinterpret, they assume, they magnify everything here but i do not give a flying fuck. this serves as a memory for me and close ones who gives a shit or two.

I am preparing myself for another journey soon, hoping to secure myself something stable for the present and future. I hate how these words sounds. Stable. Income. Job. Responsibility. Obligations. Bills. I hate how all of them sound. Growing old really suck. They seemed cruel in a way. But very very factual. Seems too good to be true. The days seemed indefinite sometimes, however so, it doesnt mean its bad. Infact, its quite liberating. I get much more fidgety nowadays.

Till then.