Every time I'd thought my life couldn't get worse, fate comes back to punch me in the face and point my delusions. Innumerable instances when I fancied backtracking to being my parents youngest and most beloved daughter, who was shielded by all means.
Back then I did not realize how fortunate I'd been, whilst not valuing my luck of comforts very few of the lot had privilege to. I was so into my happy cocoon, blissfully unaware of worldly ugliness.
But like I've heard my favorite uncle quote, 'Nothing is constant! Wish for it or not, life is an epitome of change. You have no choice but bear.' I cannot stop but think why he had to be so accurate.
Where am I today in span of few months?
In the middle of a mess I didn't want to be.
I never desired going to an adult club, though at last I
