I want to leave my home, my parents, my relatives, my country, so badly. Really badly. All of these, don't bring me any happiness. None. Zero. Negative. The few things that kept me holding on, where I am right here right now, are my parents, and my friends, also my lovelies in my room (a.k.a. my stuffs). Distance makes the heart grew fonder. I see that when I get to step out and away for good. I truly don't deserve what I am experiencing right now. Every time I said, "I had enough." I meant it with every single cell in my body. Even so, I never fail to get myself stand back up again. Even I, myself, wasn't sure what was it that made me did it again and again. I want to leave. I want to stay away from this hell. For all the sins I had done, I may be deserved to live in hell. However, for the reason that I was brought onto this world I deserve to experience a piece of heaven. I had made my decision. Even if I may not have what it takes to grant my Masters degree, I ...