Due to my school years, I’ve been eager to finish up so I can have all the freedom I’ve always dreamed of. Well, that’s all a dream; things didn’t turn out the way I wanted. I somehow think part of me is cursed the way I’m having it worse.

Not so long ago everything was so OK for me, my life was flashing all sides in this other paradise. Until the day I lost my job and the person who said he will always be right next to me even if things fell apart, distanced himself.

I don’t know, maybe I became a burden. Maybe I was too much to him. But… Hold-on! Not a single day do I remember fighting him. It was just a small argument. An argument that caused him to need space, space to pack his life and go away.