changing a person's job can really change a person's character and i am experiencing it now myself. my dad is changing. and i hate it. i know that hate is a very strong word and it is not as though i am still a growing teenager who hates my entire family, i can say that i Love my home and family to death! BUT... dad has changed and i don't like it. more unreasonable, short-tempered... makes me not want to stay home at all. in fact no one wants to stay at home cos non of us wants to be yelled at for nothing. that explains why i woud rather stay back in school then to go back home. I miss home though. the old HOME that i used to have, that mum and i would just sit back and relax and watch tv together on weekends and she will cook really nice food for the whole family. it's not happening anymore cos of dad, his change made all of us not want to be near home. no one is motivated to do anything at home now. all we could think about is to leave home, to escape away from this sad place that was once happy.
i am guiltily running away from my once called home cos i can't accept the fact that my dad is no longer as before. that is why i kept on wanting to leave home, to leave the country and start anew somewhere else, to leave the sad place that once made me happy. that's why i kept on talking about leaving this place my dear, cos i want to run away from reality, the fact that my dad has changed, for the worse. i didn't give u the reason of why i wana leave because i don't know how to put it. if i love my people so much how can i bear to leave? i am selfish. i can't bear to see the people whom i love go down the drain and i dont have the courage to lift them up. that's why i chose escapism. but what makes me think that somewhere else will be better? i really don't. all i know was that when i was away in the States, i missed home but i loved the way my life was ver there. all the greenery, the flora the fauna. human politics was inevitable and i was part of it but i knew that all that can be avoided if only i was more calm. if only i could see the picture and have not dwelled on the mistakes the person had done. i was superficial, and disgustingly bias. i was dispicable.
i think, i need to change my school of thought and not run away. i think i need help. i need help.