"I don't regret this life they chose for me, but these places and thesefaces are getting old..."

I miss home. I miss my family that I love so dearly. I miss my friends, the only ones that forsure won't leave me. I miss the weather and the rain. I miss all the things I used to do, and how easy it was to be happy, to find happiness. I miss all the places that I used to always go to when I have nothing better to do. I miss talking to my friends/bestfriends face to face when I was feeling down or just randomly. I miss the friendly neighbors we have. I miss all the faces that never failed to make me smile. I miss the people who made sure that I'm loved and wanted. I miss so many things and it's driving me nuts. :(

This life that I have right now, I'm just as grateful as I've always been, it's just that I miss home. I've learned so many things here and I think I've grown so much as a person, but I want to escape even just for a day. This reality/real world is draining my whole being. I need to breathe. I want to feel happiness again, the genuine kind of feeling. But I know that I need to be strong. Life is such a butt. :/

La pensée d'espoir

I've always been that person who never stops caring, no matter how long it's been since we last talked, or no matter how faraway we are from each other. I guess that's just who I am. When I love, I love unconditionally and truly. And sometimes I think that's one of my weaknesses. I give everything when I love and so I get hurt so easily. I've never fallen yet, and yet I'm already a fool when I start liking someone. I'm the type of person who will try to understand a person's side of view no matter how wrong they are. I just think they have reasons why they do what they do. I don't forget the things I want to remember, bad or good. I think I have a weakness to people who are good with words, the kind of people who tries to look at the positive side of life rather than the negative. They're the kind of people who makes life worth living. All my life I always get what I want, I always thought life was a piece of cake, easy and always pretty. They say I'm such an easy-go-lucky person. I understand now, I know that I can't always get the things I want simply because they are not meant for me. Life isn't always easy, in fact, it's very seldom that life will be easy, it's almost always about trying to survive. I know there will come a time that it will be my turn to be happy. I know all of these will make sense someday soon. It will make sense...