I want to move out.
Have my own place. A room or a pad or something.
Somewhere new and far from all inaccurate preconceived notions that resurface everytime tempers rise or hormones rage.
There'll be no food prepared and laundry won't be done unless I do it myself but I think that's a small price to pay in order to regain self-worth, right?
Pasok sa isang tenga, labas sa kabila... hanggang saan kaya ang threshold ko? Hmmm...