Is this suppose to be the so-called-awesome university life? More like a jail. I would said.
The university flag dance elegantly in the wind. From my window, I saw a little boy standing at the entrance, pointing his finger to the flag and mutter something to his mother.
That used to be me, 10 years back.
That used to be me, 10 years back.
Ever since I am a kid, I had always dreamt to enter this university.
Well, I did now. But I'm not happy at all. After all, who likes to live in a jail?
There's nothing I can do. I lost all my buddies in form 6. I tried to make new friends here, but it just isn't the same here.
I'm afraid that 1 day. I might lose my social skills that I once proud of.
I'm in Penang. Yet this university makes me feels like I'm thousand miles away from here.
I miss my home, my friends, my form 6 life. And I miss her, a lot.
I hate this feeling. It's like something that was once in your soul was pulled out from you bit by bit. You don't feel the pain but you do know it hurts.
I'm feeling lonely. For the 1st time in my life. Truly I am.
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