Ditching Classes

I should be at the hostel today.
But here I am,
Home.

I used to be that good little girl, 
Follow the rules,
Go by the book.

As I get older,
I don't really care about those thigns anymore.
Somehow I really should feel bad ditching classes,
Which is starts on the first day of school.

But as long as the works here is not done,
I won't feel comfortable being in IPG.
I want Mum and Dad to feel at ease,
Lightening their burden with the chores first.
Ensuring everything is safe,
No hard works for Mum and Dad.
I guess it's the conscious of being the eldest.
Even if it's not my responsibility per se,
I feel responsible.

Then I'll go back to the goddamned dilapidated hellhole.