Of Home.

Honest to God..
i am seriously homesick at the moment.
it's already the third day,
but it's not dying off.
the first time i came here,
it was like i couldn't wait to get my parents off my case.
that was a mere three months.
this time,
six months.
the last trip was more like a vacation compared to this one,
now that i think about it.

as a matter of fact,
i miss home so much that i actually changed my way of life.
in a way.
the last time,
go to bed at two or three in the morning.
this time,
go to bed at seven.
in the evening.
this is just so i could wake up at two or three in the morning,
and i'd catch up on home time.
that'd be ten or eleven in the morning,
and well,
talk to people.

i read my older posts to kill time.
and that part where i said i'm gonna go find a place to study,
as far away from home as possible after IS..
well if i could,

i'd take that back.