i guess in some sense, i am a coward. or i sometimes act cowardly. i firmly hold on to what-i-don't-think-about-won't-bother-me kinda principle. and that puts me in an awkward position. when forced to make decision between going home or not, i tend to lean towards not going home just because if i don't go home i wouldn't know what i've been missing. if i go home, i will see how my sister looks like as a six-year old rather than the four-year old image of her that i still carry around in my mind. i will definitely see what i've been missing for two years and will miss for another two years. and i don't think i wanna go through that. i stand by my opinion that in this situation, being ignorant is most satisfying. and in order to be ignorant, i just have to stay away from home, from things that will remind me of home, or things that will make me think of home. it's very much like when you try to forget someone. you simply have to stop thinking and feeling, and you'll live life wonderfully well. life is simple, after all.
who are you trying to kid, you butt-head!?!?!