Home is where i belong

Being away proved to be so hard sometimes. Especially when a lot of crap and strings of bad luck happens on a daily basis. My mother consoled me that yes, this is the real world. You deal with it and it's going to make you a stronger person.

Probably it's time for me to be a little less dependant on people. Being the first born child to my parents, nope it has not made me a tougher person, a more protective sister to my sisters, yes. But tougher mentally, physically, no. And now i'm just too tired.

Ramadhan is the only way how i can escape from the cruelties of people and those disturbing thoughts. Like my very dear friend said, night prayers, proved to be a channel where one can reflect upon themselves and simply take the time to relax and give themselves a break.

A few more days to go, and i'm estatic.

I miss my mother, i wish i can be home more for her. It hurts my heart everytime i misses her calls. She gives the best advice, if not the most consoling of consolation. Sigh.

LDR is another thing. Which needs a whole book if i were to finish talking or writing about it.

Just hoping for no more rocky weeks (literally) and meltdowns ahead. Because i simply can't wait to be home.