BOY MISSES GIRL
It’s almost a year since I’ve been away from home. How nice to say that I’m working my ass off to aid my family and to build my own career. I’m not the eldest yet I feel like one. It’s probably a trait, not a responsibility. I’m happy, though, as long as I don’t feel any pressure. But don’t talk about having to miss family gatherings, viewing tagged family pictures where I wasn’t even there, chatting with your parents and seeing and hearing them cry because they miss you. It gives me the sh*t, ok? Homesick, indeed, but I’m strong enough to endure it. I’m definitely enjoying. Add the fact that I get to do whatever, whenever, buy the things I want, party for some time like there’s no tomorrow, and travel as a tourist. Until I remember her. More that the length of my stay here was how long we’ve been apart. Not just physically but you-know-what. Do I miss her? Let’s see. After the “US”, I’ve come across a couple of girls whom I was able to have a relationship with. The last was decent, y