KL

Some people run away and be glad that they're gone from hell. Some people run away and realize they've ran into the real hell.

5 years ago I was sick of this place, I wanted to run away from all the nasty people and be free from all the suffocation. For 1 good year I was happy and free, I lived like there's no worries, gotten so fat, and that might have been a good sign instead of something to worry about. Anyways.

The following 3 years were set after a foolish decision, it wasn't a favourite adventure, but it passed nonetheless. But it has made the city a dreaded place. I longed to run away from where I have ran away to. I guess that one decision which I regretted has changed what I think of this place ever since. If not of that decision, I wouldn't have wanted to stay back here, I might have wanted to remain in the city instead.