i come back to the city,
i dunno whether to laugh or cry.
of realising what i'm missing out in the city..
meeting friends i haven't seen in a MONTH

its like living 2 seperate, different lives
2 worlds that don't and will never collide
and i find myself adapting again and again
its tiring
and sometimes confusing.
i love it so much when i'm back.. being into the swing of things
going for dance on thurs.. dancing till midnight
the dinners with friends
juz everything
and when i go back, i know i will be alright again.
can't wait for these 6 weeks to be over.
i've had enough.
juz dunno whether to be happy or sad anymore..