finally i am at home.. alone in my own room.. facing my whole mess of belongings on the floor... i need to clear up my room before i start my assignment cos this environment is affecting my mood of working...
I just came back from the airport; went to send my mum as she is going to Taiwan for a week. When i got home, a sudden feeling of loneliness came over me.. i felt so alone and i hated this feeling since young but i feel so relieved to be back at my own home.. a long time since i been at home.. although this house sucks but this is where my feelings and emotions flow out naturally... especially back at this familiar spot where i used to face the pc for hours and hours.. sitting right here... where i am now..
i miss it, i do miss this home although i hate things that happens around in this house... cos this is where i grew up, where i had joy and also where my tears had been soaked though my sleepless night... nowhere can be replace my home where i can cry my heart out without affecting others and having a deep sleep; waking up only to find this familiar wrecked house and family.. and this is my home, being myself and being me..