It's been 6 years now when I had decided to move out and have life of my own, to see what's next on this life I have. Buckling up myself was best decision I've ever come up. To move out is like heaven coming out from the hellish place of scrotum sack where dreams remained undiscovered, where fear acted as the core of my daily skirmish. The shining armor on the house not a home is the boss, lawless violence and unpredictable thing to happen as the days unfold. While learning everything, the tricks, coping with fear and to discover how it's gonna be like being out there, lurking freely. Nerves not shaking to the fear of being scolded or worst would be spank, slap and be tortured.
Your decisions should be followed, your word feared by everyone in the house not a home. No clamor, no blare, those rants should be kept unsaid and those raves should be hidden in the closet securely. Looking back on those days, I felt unstable and anytime soon I would collapsed on the chair where I am sitting right now
