Can't sleep well, can't eat well.....
Pissed off..... Hating...... Tired.... Exhausted.....
The most happy moment is sitting in front of my lappy, turn on the Facebook and sharing the happiness with my Auckland's friend.....
Why every time I don't feel good when I coming home? This should be my home, the place I live.
Every time stepped out from airplane and not more than 24 hours I already wanted to go back.
If I am not happy then why I still want to come back?
I thought things might change but seems like I was totally wrong....
Maybe this place doesn't belong to me.......
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