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i miss being at home.

i miss waking up to my mum's cooking

i miss mornings with abah's fav channel on tv

i miss the little rascals

i miss the morning breeze from the bedroom window..

i miss shopping-outing with my big villain brother

i miss dear little sister and the never-ending arguments which always end up with laughing-our-heart-out.

i miss the old house so much

and the people

i hate being alone and having to listen to audio sounds instead of human's.

i hate life like no life.

i do not feel secure without my family and fav friends.

ohmy, why am i such a kid trapped in grown-up's body?

i am not ready to face the world,

i am not ready to take care of my own self,

let alone other people.


money can't buy happiness, yes i am now convinced.