Sometimes I wonder how it’ll be like, being single. Alone, available… or whatever you call it.
Before: Guilt trips about undone laundry/housework, I can’t procrastinate all I want.
After: There’s no one around to witness the mess! So, what the heck? 
Before: You-do-this and I-do-that. Hey! How come I do this already but you didn’t do that?
After: I do whatever I want, whenever I want, if I stayed alone.
I can’t possibly stay with my mum ever again. But I’ll probably live out of my car. Hahaha
Probably one of the reasons why I got my own car, is not having to bear with the guilt of making someone wait for me.
Ugh.
