I love the ulcer on my lower lip.

I am jobless,broke and strangely i did not regret my decision one bit.

Money somehow does not make me happy.
Rather,it makes me greedy.
Now i know what they mean.

Cheers to good life for now!

Trouble is a friend.

My arms are aching now,when was the last time i exercised?
I went for a swim,and weirdly it did not only make me feel good physically,it made my mind much clearer.
It felt much better than blogging,than ranting what nots in your diary.Its just that the first step to exercising is such a pain in the ass.And that is to get off the comfy couch.
Im looking forward to the 16th.To my freedom at last.But the money.How am i gonna inform father?
Mother was nagging,but she did not understand.To think about it,no one actually understands how you feel inside.What you are going through emotionally.Except yourself.
You can tell your close friends,they can listen to you,they can give useful advices.
But they can never feel what you feel.
I know its such a stupid thing for me to do and quit the job,i sometimes think to myself too.Why give up so easily?Why so weak?
I think its not about that.Its just that i don't want to struggle anymore.I don't want to force myself to like something.
I don't want to stay just for the sake of staying.I know in the end Father is the one who is going to carry the burden.I feel bad.I feel useless.
I wish i could just get the money now.Do anything to get it without troubling my family.
I cant turn to anyone now.Where do i go from here?

Oh please.
I cant wait to go on my trip,and never come back.

You think?

Bond letter came. Was under mother's name. I intercepted it. Amount was $2756.11,i think.
Now,im stoned.

Could i just rob a bank?