i guess emotions got over me.
- was never the warm feeling.
i dread going back home everyday, probably apart from going back to sleep on my bed.
otherwise, i dread going back home.
everyday, upon reaching home, i cooped myself up in this room.
alone.
the feeling of loneliness, boredom and blahblahblah.
- this is/was never what i wanted to feel like.
p/s: considering to move back to my jurong house.
nobody understands how i really feel.
it's okay.
afterall. different people have different family situation.
now i envy those people.
who gets home, and eats dinner with their parents.
sitting down together on a long sofa, discussing about the tv drama.
mum serving out the fruit after dinner and etc...
):
anyway.
pray for my brother, he ain't recovering )):
i hope he'll recover soon, ):
this feeling sucks ):
how long am i going to feel this way? ):
"i never hated staying alone that much "
