Food has passed through my lips, and my jaw feels unbearably tight.. I could cry all over again if I wanted to, but trying to hold back tears is a task on its own. I did try not to cry when I watched him go into the departure hall, it was so hard that I had to turn away; making it worse when I realised I didn't watch him at all. The crying isn't so bad, its that sinking feeling of being alone seeping in. But he says we're going to be okay, and I'm going to believe him.
Four weeks until our one month Easter break, I still cannot decide what I'm going to do other than cry and curse. I wish I could go home. I really really really do. I hate being here. I hate feeling alone and not having my best/boyfriend to confide in. I wish I wasn't so far away from home, and I wish and pray that time will pass quicky so I can just be home, be idle.. and just get away from this so-called 'best time of my life' university living.
Since my babe's has gone back home, I'm back into my daily grind..back to life as it were: writing letters, emails, playing sports (if any), studying, learning. It's always hard to be away from someone you care about, I always find it hard not to miss my parents.. so I don't think about it. I talk to them like I'm still back in Brunei, like nothings wrong.. like I'm always there. My two week stay back home during Christmas was like a dream and it passed on so quickly like a blink of an eye. I love being around my family and him, I love being home.. even though I'm not always around to see much of my parents, the point is.. at the end of the day, I go home to sleep in house where my family is.
I've only been back for two hours from London, my train took 3hours to get to Loughborough. Thank god for my boyfriend's brother for sending me to to St. Pancreas. I think I'm more confident and comfortable moving around London with all the quick tours he gave me. God how four weeks fly. Whatever whatever.
Four weeks until our one month Easter break, I still cannot decide what I'm going to do other than cry and curse. I wish I could go home. I really really really do. I hate being here. I hate feeling alone and not having my best/boyfriend to confide in. I wish I wasn't so far away from home, and I wish and pray that time will pass quicky so I can just be home, be idle.. and just get away from this so-called 'best time of my life' university living.
Since my babe's has gone back home, I'm back into my daily grind..back to life as it were: writing letters, emails, playing sports (if any), studying, learning. It's always hard to be away from someone you care about, I always find it hard not to miss my parents.. so I don't think about it. I talk to them like I'm still back in Brunei, like nothings wrong.. like I'm always there. My two week stay back home during Christmas was like a dream and it passed on so quickly like a blink of an eye. I love being around my family and him, I love being home.. even though I'm not always around to see much of my parents, the point is.. at the end of the day, I go home to sleep in house where my family is.
I've only been back for two hours from London, my train took 3hours to get to Loughborough. Thank god for my boyfriend's brother for sending me to to St. Pancreas. I think I'm more confident and comfortable moving around London with all the quick tours he gave me. God how four weeks fly. Whatever whatever.
Anyway, I'll be in London next Friday. I will find out the details on what time soon.
that's it for today.
i'm off to bed.
love,
yasmin
that's it for today.
i'm off to bed.
love,
yasmin
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