Few minutes before midnight
Here I am alone with a headache that makes me want to bang my head into something. Here I am feeling this void in my heart, I don’t know what created it nor what it meant but it’s just there, knocking hard I couldn’t turn a blind eye to it.
I don’t know which is more scary leaving this place and regretting it or staying and regret staying.
I promised myself I would tell them the truth this month, but everyday, everytime I can’t find the right way or time to say it. Such a coward.
Actually I have more fears about this. First one is how would they react, I want them to support me on this but I kinda scared they’ll just say yes. It’s like telling me “thank God you bid goodbye first we kinda don’t have the guts to kick you out.”
Second one is what will happen if I did leave. What if my dream of moving out is only a dream. That there’s nothing waiting for me after this. That leaving a place I hated the most is the only place I’m going to and people will laugh at me, thinking there is a better place when I’m already in the best place and after this nothing more.
I keep looking for answers to my fears and questions. I turn to books, post and random ramblings of people but I can’t still find it. I can’t makes sense to what people are telling me. Can’t process a supposedly life lessons to bring with me everyday. Am I too stubborn or they just really don’t make sense? Am I blind to the truths of the world they keep throwing at me or there’s really something about this gut feeling of mine that keeps me pushing this plan?
I badly wanted to cry to someone about this but don’t have the courage to do so. I saw so many opportunities but can’t do it when I’m already at the spot.
I just wanted to cry.
I just want this head ache to go away.
Maybe I’ll be absent from work, again.
















