.in.a.nutshell.

Time to do some bullshitting after so long.
I feel like such a big liar. All this time I've been lying to myself.
No matter how often I say I don't care about going back home,
every night I secretly look at old pictures and miss my people back there.
People is such a ambiguous and broad word.
Let's break it down..
My family, my mum and dad especially.
I almost forgot how good it feels like having mum waiting for me at home with delicious food.
I miss you so much, Mum.
But I dare not to think about you, 'cause that will be too sad.
I tell myself that I like being busy.
The truth is I love the sweetness of doing nothing.
Just living my life, enjoy every single moment.
I told myself I am tough, and I don't need anyone.
I can do anything by my own,
but deep inside I always wanted a friend.
A friend just to be around with.
So no matter how strong I look on the outside,
deep inside I am fragile and weak.
I need protection too, just like any other girls.
I miss home too, just like any other human being who are thousand miles away.

Oh my goodness, another midnight blues.