i need to recharge...
it's not a good day.
i don't know how i can say that because up until this very minute, absolutely nothing has happened and yet...
i somehow kind of feel that it isn't a good day. or, it can be a perfectly good day - i'm not just in the best mood.
that's most probably it. i have no idea what's wrong with me. i just want to curl up under my covers and sleep it all away. i hope the day picks up soon. i hope i'm done with this weird-assed feeling soon.
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i just realized that it has now been exactly a year since i last went home. and i remember that i used to say that going home was a lot like recharging my batteries. so it's been exactly a year since i last recharged. maybe that's the whole reason why i'm so bored, restless and well, out of it.
i want to go home.
i need to go home.
i miss jakarta.
i'm all homesick all of a sudden.
i don't know how i can say that because up until this very minute, absolutely nothing has happened and yet...
i somehow kind of feel that it isn't a good day. or, it can be a perfectly good day - i'm not just in the best mood.
that's most probably it. i have no idea what's wrong with me. i just want to curl up under my covers and sleep it all away. i hope the day picks up soon. i hope i'm done with this weird-assed feeling soon.
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i just realized that it has now been exactly a year since i last went home. and i remember that i used to say that going home was a lot like recharging my batteries. so it's been exactly a year since i last recharged. maybe that's the whole reason why i'm so bored, restless and well, out of it.
i want to go home.
i need to go home.
i miss jakarta.
i'm all homesick all of a sudden.
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