For a while ago, this place could not be mentioned, and was off limit to me. Back then, I never thought I will ever visit this place again. I had not wanted to come back to this place again. I had wished that this place never existed in my memories.
But now, who cares if I went to this place again for a million times.
I am going back there again. I am leaving on a bus tonite, to this place, which I told myself that I never want to set my foot there ever again.
I had a weird feeling. Some part of me feel guilty of going, but I know I am free to go. Like a chain, I am bound to it, without me realising it, without anyone actually doing so. How very weird. Scary, isn't it?