Cry Baby, Cry...

I never imagined that I would be sitting alone, in my room, on a Friday night...and even more so...crying my eyes out. To be honest, I've been feeling a little down the past few days but I finally reached rock bottom today. I stayed at home, doing nothing much with no one. Probably that added to my feeling of wretchedness and loneliness as the days go by. My friends actually asked me to go out clubbing with them tonight and as much as I hate going clubbing, I actually wanted to go this time just to spend time with my them.

Knowing that they would only come back in the wee hours of the morning, I decided to ask my mum if I could go. In my head, I was pretty sure that she would say no but then again, a miracle might happen. I went down and asked her...You know what she said? "What do you think?" Oh well, I did try and I only have to endure this kind of thing for a week more. But the thought didn't cheer me up. The moment I stepped into my room and sat down in front of my desk, I started to cry...for God knows what reason. I just felt so alone...all my friends are out doing one thing or the other while I was stuck at home...under house arrest. After I stopped bawling, it suddenly hit me...I, in a way was feeling kinda homesick even before I actually left. But then again, it might be a good thing to get this emotional phase over with so that when I leave, I'll be alright. I'd hate to cry at the airport.