Its morning again. somehow when I'm here, I seemed to not be able to sleep in as much as I usually do. It reminds me of the three months in the US when I too, rarely slept in on sat/sun and usually got out of bed automatically in the early hours. Then I guess I should probably learn to sleep early here.

It feels good lying on the bed listening to the silences, the curtains enveloping my room into this cocoon of warmth but rays of sunlight is trying to burst though. It's a place that I can call my own, buts it's not home. Cause home is where the heart is.

I think being in a place changes you, but ultimately when you're back home, you become a person you love the most, because you love the people you are with.

I probably like the me now too, a little distanced, yet friendly, a little apprehensive, yet independent.
But I probably should learn about how sometimes choosing to trust people knowingly leads to consequences that I myself has to bear.

Since I chose to trust, I shouldn't lament that they don't turn out to be what I thought, right? It's the same thing as what the BFF says, 'but if it's me, you'd probably still tolerate right?' Yeah, but they are not you.

Time to get out of my shell, school is starting. I want to have fun again.