flame haze

As I walked the semi dark street called Roxas in Davao City at 3am my mind kept on switching from left to right. left being bailing my last three days and detouring somewhere better. right would be me finishing the mess i started. i chose the latter. I asked what would happen if i decided to stop going to work and i was told you'll never be able to get back and if I just finish my last three days then they'd consider me for another opening that would eventually come up later. Right, the reason why I wanted to leave in the first place is because I don't want to be there any longer. I told myself I don't want this kind of job after doing it for so long and I am standing up to what I originally wanted. I burned my bridges all right, I torched it using a big black matchstick and I do not feel any regret at all. I was told I shouldn't act up and I say I am not I was given a choice and this is the choice I picked. It took me 32 hours to think about it through and through. This is what I came up with. I am willing, very much so, to affront whatever consequences it will deliver me. That's just how I am. If I don't do this now I'll never get that audacity to move on.
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I will be disappointing my parents. This time it is all my fault. My parents they never really fully trusted me. They never really whole heartedly accepted the person that I am. I didn't care as long I don't commit anything that would embarrass me to an extent that I can't even look into my own shadow. Well what I did isn't the type that would grant me free passage to jail or a fast track to hell but just the same it is really bad. I know I disappointed them the moment I put my plan in action and now is the time to face them and tell them what I did. I don't know what will happen. But I'm sure it's going to be ugly.