home isn't home.
supposed to feel good. comfortable. warm and nice. safe. well basically everything good.
i'm home. but home brings back too many memories. home brings back the pain i want to ignore. home makes me feel the sting even more. home is complete, yet feels incomplete. home brings back rows of tears. home brings back the feelings i thought i could supress.
i don't know if i like being home. i don't know anymore.
being there in kb doesn't help either.
God has weird plans for me.
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*my sentiments*
i feel d urge to fly bak to my hostel in d shortest time possible, ain't hv any ideas of "why"...
when im in hostel, i wanna be home. when im home, i wanna be in hostel.
conclusion: i dunno where i'm supposed to be.
same lor
now, very boring lar
many thgs to do but im wasting my time man...
in a daze for ol da time
sigh...
BORING......................
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