Sometimes I wish life has an 'undo' button. So I could trace back time and make amends. Especially for what I did on that important day.
I crushed the hearts of my significant ones; of which I shouldn't have done what more on that particular day. Picking up a fight in the morning for trivial reasons and refuse to end qualms even at the final seconds of my days in Malaysia was my most corrupted self.
I deserve to be called the most twisted and convoluted being currently in this existence. Even for now, I don't think it is forgivable.
Who would vent the anger at your mom even in the height of fury? Only for a stupid haircut? Who would remain silent when your mom was calling for you in pain? Who would cruelly dismiss you own kins for such implausible reason when you could simply forgive the unintended act?
I am the heartless punk.
I remembered the stream of my mom's tears on that day. When other mom's were jerking tears of happiness for their children departure, my mom was just upset of me. I know so.
Because I am the heartless punk.
