We were supposed to go for treasure hunting.. I dunno.. the train went past the station that I used to alight to go home. Then, all of the sudden, the memories of going back to my warm and comfortable home after tiring, exciting, unhappy or ecstatic activities in school came back to me. I wanna go home, but not to that house, but my home. Of course I know that, all that's left of my home now are just mere rubbles.
Yes, I know that I'm childish, reckless, immature, and stubborn, and all that had turn me into a melancholic and miserable person. I dunno why but, good things don't seem to come out of my mouth. All those reckless words that came