I don't think I'm sad. If there's anything, I guess this is my entrepreneur side refusing to invest her emotion on something with less than ideal return. I guess with age, I'm getting better at moving on.
Mom came knocking on the door of my room. I told her I'm dressing up. She said, "ah basta, papasok ako", and helped me dressed and stuff. I think Mom is missing me too.
As I drag my luggage to the bus stop, the boy in the neighborhood who saw me arrived said, "hala, kararating nya lang, aalis na ulet?"
I don't know why I can't seem to satisfy this homesickness. Even my overly maldita niece is being extra sweet every time I go home for the weekend. I wonder if I should start commuting.
Mr. F looks like Presi in picture. He can cook and he doesn't make me feel like an alien when we converse in English. I like how he's easy to talk to. Also, I realized, I think men with goatee are cute.
I wonder if I should stop telling people I'm vegetarian. Para di sila nag eexpect na payat ako. Lol.
Ok, I'm a bit sad.
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Written by cinderellaareus at 07:25 PM.