Take me to somewhere far away from home.

"I hope the exit is joyful - and I hope never to return" - Frida Kahlo

Remember a few years ago? You chased me out of house. You used skotch tape to tape my mouth, dragged me on the floor, slapped my face, shouted at me telling me that 'i dont have a daughter like you'. after that, i moved to dad's house. you asked me to come back, saying you're sorry. telling me you wont do that anymore. i didn't want to forgive you then, but after that i did.

thinking back, we've really spent alot of times together, happy times, sad times, angry times, everything. i hate to say that, but both of us changed. you weren't the caring mother you used to be, and i'm not that good girl i used to be.

perhaps, God wants us to learn something from this incident. you dont need me in your life. and maybe i dont need yours to.

you asked me to stay then, and now you're chasing me away again. remember this, mark my words, if i'm leaving this time, i'll never come back again. hopefully you wouldn't remember this unfilial chiild.

all the best mom, to tell the truth, i never hated you at all. i spoke all those words out of anger. i'm sorry to let you down times and times again. and you know i'll never be like the past. neither will you. i'm sorry i'm a lousy daughter, always making you angry and making you sad. i'm sorry. i love you.

Mom: where's that innocent little good girl in the past? the one whose always smiling and the one that everybody loved.
Me: She's dead. She'll never be like the past.

Goodbye.