i realise what i miss the most is being able to tell the truth. to be able to just say exactly what i think. somewhere along the line, i learnt that honesty doesn't really pay. i wonder how i figured that one out.
the room is looking pretty much empty again. people have started leaving already. and more will be leaving tomorrow. it's that sinking feeling again, that life was good and we never really cherished it and now we have to go off and find ourselves again. and as much as i want to go home, i don't really want to leave here either. i suppose it's familiarity.
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