I'm sorry. Sorry for not telling the truth. Sorry for everything.
I know what I did was wrong I'm sorry.
I got to the station and try to get on the LRT to Hang Tua and I
wanted to go home. The stupid Indian in front of me was like oh-God-DAMN he
didn't even know how to take a LRT! So I wasted much time standing behind him
waiting. I got my token and paid in less than 5 seconds how was that? Not really something to be proud
of. I rushed to the train. I
couldn't got on it. There were too many people. I was kept out from the LRT. Seeing
so many people inside it, and the stupid LRT door closing up, I was so mad at
the Malaysia's Fucking stupid LRT system. Why can't it take
more passenger? Why can't it move faster? Why do I have to wait for so long
until the next train arrives while looking at the train across stopped by 2
times? I was so scared. I wanted to make a call to my dad to tell him to wait
for me longer. No one was there. Strangers? Yes, whole bunch of them. I
couldn't even find a public phone. Stupid. I kept looking at the time. It
ticked 6 p.m. and I thought GREAT
My dad will surely be MAD and I probably WON'T be able to go home because he
MIGHT left and NOT WAIT for me. The
train finally got here on 6.15 p.m. I was still so scared until I almost came
to tears on the train. But I didn't. Not
this time I thought. There's nothing to be cried. No one pities you. As soon as I got to the stop I
rushed back to school. I ran all the way through the crowd, the stupid FAT
woman blocking my path, dashed through cars, roads, Fucking stupid people who talks on phone and
walk ENORMOUSLY s l o w . Yes I was so tired. I trained the whole morning
today. My leg was extremely, mega, hyper, ultra, whatever-a EXHAUSTED. I ran
out of water I didn't drink for quite some time. My eyelids were heavy I was
sleepy. My brain was full of shits bad
things that could happen. And yes I saw my dad's car and I ran as fast as
possible to it. I was relieved he was still there. But dad wasn't in the car.
My first thought was like WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE ARE YOU DAD? And I had gone mad
looking for someone I could borrow a phone. Luckily I met a friend and I
borrowed his mom's phone. My dad was out looking for me. He was worried. I
still hadn't catch my breath and I was like oh God can I not cry while I talked
to my dad. I managed to push down the knot on my throat. But I really wanted
crying. I wanted to ignore everything everyone around and just burst out crying
I want to tell that how much I wanted to go home how much I was freaked out
just thinking that I couldn't get home. I'm sorry. Dad didn't scold me. He just
warned me like there won't be a second time.
Yes yes no more out-going no more having movies with friends when
I can't manage how to get home no more fooling around when I need to ask
someone to fetch me YES WHATEVER I PROMISE YOU! I PROMISE I won't do any of
these anymore. I promise! Just please never let me out there alone again. Never
throw me out of home. Please don't not fetch me back home. Please! I beg!
I just want to be home. I'm happy enough with home even I really want
to go out I want to hang out with friends. But I just want to come home after
that, after all fun. I want to come home.