I can't take it anymore.
The whole new level of fake is too overwhelming and makes my body jitter in pain.
How in hell can I spend another countless weekends without my best friends in this town. I know that I should just shove this feelings away, this IS the reason why I spend my weekend in my room alone, with my library of soap dramas and music videos.
Not that I spend my time pining for them, (oh yes I did actually) but this solitude wafts me into the memories in KMS, when I can jiggle my body as I please, or talk mindless stuffs. Or open my mouth wide like a hungry whale. Or stay late late in the academic building, or in my room sharing random stuff or swapping ghost stories. You know I have dozens to share with. And right now, I can't stand being pretentious anymore.
But if I really wanna lose control, the only place safer than heaven is around you BFFs. Well, I don't know if heaven would accept me for whatever I've done or what are my thoughts, but surely you guys are less judgmental. I can glide around my bed and rock the floor without getting alarmed with people who are too interested with us, spying at my very door even after I lock it down.
Argh, I don't know if Auckland has so much to offer as what we've been through.
Not that I'm upset or not grateful with my TESOL peeps, it's just I miss my BFF too much.
