Look at me now.

There comes a point in everyone's life when you don't have options.
When you have to deal with a situation at hand in the only way that you wouldn't want to. When you learn accepting. Accepting things, circumstances that in no way appeal to you.
That make you question your point of existence.
You eventually have to learn dealing with things. Learn how the tough get going when the going gets tough.
And you won't learn unless you experience that once. It can be learnt only the hard way.
You'll learn how to rapell only once you do it. The theory about it won't take you anywhere.

The reason having provoked this side to come out is living in a hostel.
No one makes my bed.
No body picks up things from the floor which I keep chucking here & there.
No body clears the mess that I make of the table.
No body tells me wether a grey pair of jeans goes in sync with a black t-shirt.

All that dependence has just disappeared. Gone away to some distant far off place.

It's a total paradoxical feeling where I wish I could lean upon someone allover again & another part which is glad that I'm finally dealing with life on my own.
And for now I'm off to find entertainment, on my own.