There come the times when I would just ditch everything, turn around and start walking back, returning to square zero.


I’m familiar of that now, even going as far as accepting it. But that doesn’t mean I’m used to it. Nor do I have to like it.


I guess I’ve become to hate being over 20. I hate being on the brim of adulthood. For now I loss the liberty to ignore.


But I could still choose.


And I choose to not be good at commitments.


Screw everyone.