i wish my home was here.

it's raining heavily here, and a lot had happened.

i want to write, yet my head's stuck. maybe it's because the pressure of just being here.
i miss my home.
it's going to be a holiday here and my roomates are going back to their hometowns, yet i'm not coming home.
the reason: i've got tons of assignments. and the bus tickets are not getting any cheaper.

i wish i could go back to my schooling days, where i was the nerdiest and most quiet in the community there. where there was nothing worry about. where the people who grew up with me were still with me.

i don't get it. it's been more than half a year that i'm in UMT, but why do i feel that i don't belong here? why do i feel that most the people who know me are the people who have the potential to eventually use me for their own good? why am i being so selfless? i'm hopeless, aren't i? and there's nothing that can change that.

see ya.