Day two. Still homesick.

I wish I can stay here and not go back and face reality like, ever. But I can't. Cuz I miss Kuching too much. I don't like the food here. I don't like sharing a room with my dad, he snores with phlegm = insomnia. I wanna go home. And go to school. And smile. At you. But I'm sad. Cuz you don't like my bestie. She has nothing to do with this. With us. Don't blame her. =((((

:who is this?
:Someone who cares for her.
a.k.a. you can trust her to be safe with me when you're not around to take care of her.
I thought you knew.

My heart. It aches. So much these days. Why is it that when they consider it an emotional pain, yet we can feel the ache physically? ........

On a not so depressing note, mum's having another massage tonight. And the lady massaging her is the one who massaged me last night. Now I know that massages aren't supposed to be that painful. Cuz when she massages my mum started yelping and saying it hurts. And all I did was wince when she massaged me. Har. I have higher tolerance for pain than you do.

Shopping today. Boringg. But had fun taking pictures of this lil darling of mine.

Going home tomorrow.