The Hardest Thing

I'm back.

Penning down these thoughts of mine, of lost and obscure emotions, blogging is the only way to do it right. 

I thought I was at the right place. Being away from home, governed with full scholarship and allowance, it supposed to be the RIGHT place. Everything else doesn't matter. I never wish to burden my parents of anything trivial, especially money issue. It's everybody's SENSITIVE issue. As expected, I broke down, unable to bear the amount of pressure I'm feeling here. Somehow rather, I regretted of not coming back home. So much of over-confidence. Expectation, expectation, when are you not going to fail me again and again?

So my plans for the holidays crashed and burned. Literally. I do not want to think about it again because it's an utter disappointment. Of money? It's my sensitive issue also. As for now, I just want to get away with it and start living my life as it is. I should be enjoying the freedom being away from home and when money constraint start bugging my life, I get nothing out of it. 

No matter how much arguments I had over spending too much money, I know how much my parents sacrifice over all of us. I'm still thankful for them. I may be spending too much money but the cost of living here beats home. My surviving skills should be in full use now. 

Full gear on survival!