rebellious kid i am. tell me anything, i'll wipe them all out.
the attitude, it's just come out of nowhere. homesick i may call it. never
experienced homesick before but this surely is. missing my old-self, my room,
my home; missing all the things that made me i am today, my comfort zone.
i miss spending my days and nights in my room, doing the things that i like;
wasting my times on my hopeless romantic books, my handcraft thingy, movies,
daydreaming, songs-hunting and self-pampering stuff. i miss them all, i really
do.
make my room as messy as i can, as roomy, as homey as i can but it doesn't
feel the same. none of it does. none of it feels right.
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