I was comfortable in my safe space and have no problem with pushing the boundaries at the same time. Growing to know more, experience more; it makes you more of a person. But I feel like I'm damaging myself more, or I simply can't handle living a life in the fast lane.
Crisis and scars are supposed to make you tougher. I tell myself that everyday. But still, I miss the old me. The innocent Aizat who was so afraid to break the rules and definitely not a sassy bitch. I dare to say that I climb up to high that I'm forgetting my ground.
I choose to see nothing is wrong with that. Nothing is wrong with exploring and trying new things. If it didn't turn out right, I'm just on the high road.
I think I've grown so far because I have scars all over. Heck I'm just 25 and about to turn 26 in a few month and I'm all bruised. Holyshit I'm scared. If I think I've been through enough that I'm a wise man, I should think again.
Would I be afraid of changes? Yes.
Should I be afraid of changes? No.
How many time should I change?
How far do I adapt?
All these changes makes me forget who I really am.
I'm lost. It's time to go home.
Yeay, esok balik Ipoh.