Two blog posts in a day.
Signs and symptoms of Fee's emoness.
There's this something stuck in my throat, if you ask me how do I feel right now.
The last time I felt this homesick was when I became a quitter from boarding school life. That was about six years ago. I can't believe that at this moment, at the age of 19 years old, for the first time in this place, in the third semester (and never ever in the previous semesters), tonight I feel like running home. I can even cry like a baby now if I had zero sense of humour.
Oh why does the slightest breeze gives me such a chill?
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