A month has already gone by. Time has run its course so fast even before it comes to get through my head. That is for the fact that each and every single time, I have only been living my days in a particular way of locking myself inside my room. I do not even step out every once in a while, or at least to go downstairs to the kitchen, and talk to anyone.
The maids just bring the food to my room and every other thing that I might need.
But without reference to all the chaos that had happened, I feel like my parents have forgiven me now. I know that they are not going to be able to stand their anger towards me, and they will eventually forgive me.
And I feel so bad for that. For making them feel that they need to question themselves about the behaviors that I have shown, when they are no
