Recently, I am addicted in buying cross-body bags from the common brand name such as Colette by Hayman to Nine West and upper-class such as Oroton (the levels of the brands are perceived from my point of view only, it will vary to different people). I spent too much money to them, I gradually become someone I hate the most: shopaholic. I am in the state of wanting to show that I am not poor and I can take care of myself. Such a hopeless myself.
I am moving out of my aunty’s house after nearly 2 years staying with her and her family. I was so eager to depart with all the preparation and organized stuff. From the moment she asked me to move, I was looking for everywhere with both depression and eagerness. My standard for a room shifted from renting a house with 4 people for 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom to 2 people sharing a room with an ensuite bathroom. Finally I found one by luck, sharing with a friend who is my colleague and we study in the same school as well.
Tonight, 10072017 is the first night I am officially out of my family’s reach, officially living without them.
Tonight I feel sad and alone.
Tonight I want to cry but I can not let my mother know.
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