Speeding

I was speeding. I was rushing home cause my parents freaking call me again and again to force me to go home. It pissed me off a lot. It’s not that I always go out until midnight. It was a farewell party for a very special friend. They should understand that. Even if they don’t, they should remember I’m 19. Why must I be so different from my college friends, when we are all the same age? Why can’t you just let go a bit?

I sped. 120, 130, 140… I was frustrated. Confused. Angry. I didn’t bother if the car skids. It was a great way to rebel. Not feeling guilty of what was to come by putting the responsibilities on them.

Thinking too, of what Michelle and Joshua said earlier. Sometimes I just tend to lose focus too fast. I don’t know why it would happen. If I said I accepted what you said today, I am not so confident of keeping what I promised by tomorrow. It’s not that I want, but all I know is, it happens. Just like that. It makes it harder for me to accept by verbal of what you said, that’s why I have low-self esteem. But the truth is, you know I wanted real bad to change. What you said meant a lot. And I appreciate it, again and again.

And again Michelle, sorry for leaving early, but thanks for the invitation!