Enna kodumai la ithu…(wHat a tOrtUre)

instead of saying hopped to another new job, i rather to say i ran away frm the fact..the matter of fact where i need to settle down half of my commitments in my life…car loan, edu loan, creditcards and all sort of shitty bills…ran away, i thought its far enough to be an escapade and will be able to live like a free bird bt i had forgot that my past will nvr let me be in peace forever…
u noe the memory is the worst enemy in the world, the more u dun wish to think about it the more it will chase u cuz the moment u thinking that u dont wanna think about it and you are already thinking about it..confuse of wat i’m saying?even im confused thats why i’m tryin to express my feelings, hatred and dissapointment to the WWW… it is like a stranded man frm an island throwing a bottle which contains a letter into the sea hoping someone would come for rescue(keeping the fingers crossed)..
why runaway like a coward, no balls a?face it lah, be a man…that’s what u can think of for me bt be in my place and smell the shit i’m smelling and u will know that the shits that threwed at me aint fragranted as u think…the blames, the hate and the mental torture is not bearable at all…why i cant live how is wish to live?why there must be sumthg to hit me frm my back?why?
for now i can oni think of an very valid answer… my FUCKING KARMA