I don't want to go Australia with my boyfriend. I just think it's wrong. Or more like we're a bit wrong. He complicates the situation. But of course, he'll never see my way.

It's easy for my friends to say, 'just pack & go'. But realistically, it really ain't that simple. I practically live in his house. His mother cooks for me. Shit, she even buys me clothes and perfume. Can I really just pack and go? Oh, not forgetting that he frequently tells me if I ever decide to leave, there really isn't any point for him to study. Suddenly, I am somehow responsible for the things he does, which is shit.

I want to be selfish. But I don't have the heart to.
I never used to be like this. Where have I gone to?