I'm leaving tomorrow.
So I'll prolly feel heavy again.
After all that time spending with friends.
After all that getting used to.
After all that adjustments that I've made for myself.
I'm going back.
I can't seem to understand why I do things that I know I'm going to miss so much.
The people, person, feelings, reasons. Leaving it all here.
I keep telling myself that it's not important.
I'm not going to talk about it anyway.
It's important to me.
"We'll see.."
I don't know if I can be contented with just that..
Probably not. I guess my reply's the same..
"We'll see.."
