I never thought I would miss my hometown very much after I left. But today, all I want to do is go back. There's something about the air outside. And if I close my eyes, I can see myself there again. I wish I could go home.
Once, last year, I got drunk alone in my dorm room. I couldn't sleep and was feeling depressed and it was there so I did it. I don't think I'd do it again, but I can't forget it happened.
Everyone I meet has a girlfriend. I have at least three couples on waiting to break up standby, and they never do. It's depressing.
Sometimes I don't know the difference between being idealistic and delusional. That scares me a lot.
