Sometimes I think my family is really a weird variety bunch. My dad is charity-work crazy, my mum is too much of a clean freak, bro is just obsessed with scouts and girls, sis too involved with overrated dramas and gaga over too many Korean eyecandies. But they are people who don't judge me, who loved me even if they don't like what I wear in my hair or what colour bra I wear, who loved me even if I had angered or hurt them in any way and best of all, they are people who got my back and not do what-nots behind it.
To the Boyf, thank you for holding me all these time and pulling me all together. I don't think I'll ever stepped out of my house and even if I did, I'll probably be in fbts and shirt with slippers on. So thank you for what you'd done and salvaging whats left. You call it responsibility, I call myself miraculously lucky to have you.
Y'know, it isn't really all going MIA. It was escaping to my comfort zone and landing on my safety net.
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