Striding down this path, I’ve realized that I’ve taken a lot of shortcuts. Instead of walking patiently, I took every chance to run. Instead of climbing through the barriers, I decided to cut. Instead of skipping in joy, I began to drag. I dragged myself until the very end but without the everlasting ending I had hoped for. I’ve managed to make the most of what was thrown at me, but I eventually lost myself through the process. I admit that I am quite the stubborn one… and everything that’s happened thus far is all of my fault. Having been gone for 10 days has taught me how to be independent; despite that, it doesn’t mean I’m ready to venture into this world on my own. Although it gave me a dream place to live for 10 whole days, it had influenced my attitude towards home as I came back. It showed me a whole new era of genuine people and granted me trustworthy, reliable, and loving friends. I gained cherishing memories through it all… in merely just ten days. Coming home to an unwelcoming atmosphere really makes everything worthwhile, doesn’t it? I feel unwanted. I feel like I just bring trouble to this home that I live in. Everything within the past 2 weeks has gone down the drain. I’ve even managed to single-handedly neglect the one person I confided in the most. Life goes on…