I hate changes...I always have...whether they be for good or bad...I can't handle sudden transitions...And off course, since I don't cry with loved ones, it results in solitary tears streaming down the face while looking out from the window of a moving bus...
I so wish I had cried, cried in their arms, showed them how weak I am and how miserable I felt to leave everything behind on an unknown quest of materialism.I wish I hadn't acted strong and broken into such small pieces that nobody could ever pick.
I wish I had been 'me'...
