I’m honestly unhappy and feeling kind of misplaced. I’m pretty sure that this isn’t one of my pre-hormonal dramatic episodes where I’m just lonely as hell. I miss my life back in Manila— the places I would often go to, and most especially… my friends.

I miss those fun afternoons filled with spur-of-the-moment decisions: suddenly riding the train to Katipunan, or Taft, or Mall of Asia; hanging out at Eastwood, having coffee at Gateway, enjoying milk tea and shopping at Greenhills.

I miss those we’re-either-broke-or-lazy days, wasting time away at the comfort of our friend’s home; eating chips and drinking Coke; or suddenly having a photo shoot at Deichan’s room.

Waking up and not having anyone to talk to; getting off a horrible work day and not having anyone to rant to… I don’t know which is worse. :c It’s been a few months but I’m still adjusting, and sometimes there’s just no way to escape days like these…