Back in KL by 1800 hours on Thursday. Been feeling so exhausted and emo at the same time. I am still not used to the fact that I'm back to my own house even though it's cosy. The moment the trip's over, I don't get to see him next to me before I sleep and when I'm awake. I don't get to cuddle with him after being together for so many days. I don't get to see my friends the moment I'm awake. I don't get to talk to them and the only time that I've ever managed to contact them would be through MSN. I don't get to disturb people when they're taking their baths and when I'm having mine. I can't seem to hear any complaints from the friends about me being slow or whatsoever. I don't get to enjoy breakfast on bed with the whole bunch and I don't even get to eat lunch and dinner together with them.
I miss listening to the waves there. I miss the warm sand. I miss their presence. I miss every single minute spent together with the other 9 people. It's so ironic that every single enjoying moment will have to end so fast. It's already Saturday and I still can't stop thinking about it. );
I hate the fact that everyone's going to be studying soon. I hate to think that everyone will be leaving someday and then everyone will be forgotten. I just hate to think people are all going to different paths in another few days time.
Will we all be strangers to each other someday?
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