A Matter of Choice

Sometimes I really do regret for being a scholar. I know I should be grateful and in fact, I am. But why do I have to make choices? If it weren't for this, I would be happier there no? I wouldn't have to come back to this place. Its only the family and some friends that make me miss this place. Other than that, it just reminds me of those memories. Those memories that I do not want to remember them. If time can turn back, I would just listen to my dad, pay that amount and stay there. Never come back. Or perhaps one day, when I'm ready to come back.