GOING BACK

We say goodbye to my family after a small talk. Well, it seems like Andy's charm faultlessly worked on them, and though they can't say it to me, I know they think my idea of running off was rather childish. All in all, Andy came for me. He came after me. He left that bitch and went after the one his heart desires—the one he adores. That clears all my doubts, and so we hit the road back to the city. Back to our nightmare.

What was I even thinking, huh?

I concur with what they say; you know, running away from problems isn't the solution. Yeah! I concur. That isn't a remedy for anything at all, and it will never be. It's like the ridiculous tale of drinking your sorrows away, because in the morning you wake up sober, and everything you thought you drowned down your system and digested will be screaming at you. Basically, there are no shortcuts in life, nor are there smoother ways, nor will everything be handed to you on a silver platter. If you want to succeed, if you want to get what y