Recently, this thought has been reoccurring in my head. Furthering my studies overseas. At one point of time in my life, I didn’t quite like that idea. I would miss my best friend, the silly things we’d do together, my life here.

Now, it seems like there’s nothing holding me back anymore. Over the years, things and people change. Sad to say, I’m disappointed by the way things are right now. Friends, family. Maybe it’d be a good idea to leave this place for awhile ; to live a different life somewhere else ; away from everyone and everything here.

Two or three years later, or maybe even four, I’d come back to find that everything’s changed. For the better perhaps. Maybe, I fall in love with life there, and not come back anymore. Just maybe.

School has started, time to get busy. I should probably start packing my room (like few decades ago). I think I should just throw everything away since I can’t find places to keep them. Screw it.

but boy won’t i miss you;
clarice