I've not been myself the past few days. I'm missing everyone already. Slightly 2 more weeks before I head off to Perth again. I mean, c'mon. Do I have to do this all over again? As if the past few times weren't enough. My friends are probably sick of my whining and whinging. Hey, it's a tough deal, being an overseas student. Everyone seems to think it's fun and exciting; a great opportunity and all. I mean yeah it is but it's also tough. What's the toughest part? The emotions. The instability. The insecurity. It's kinda like having an affair with a married guy (not that I've had one). You're with him yet you don't belong to him. You're single yet you're attached. Your relationship seems temporal and you're missing out on other things. It's an unstable, insecure relationship attached to guilt and the pain of not wanting to let go of something knowing that you have to eventually.
But life goes on. And so it should. But oh, how we wish that it didn't sometimes....