I never regretted leaving home to stay alone. I always got myself preoccupied with work. Work if not every moment but at least to keep me occupied enough to stop thinking about missing my home. Sometimes it makes me wonder whether I lost my affection to my parents. Weird as it may seem I never once missed my home once in these eight months.

But what is even weird is that I miss people that have just passed by my life. Not to say why, people I never would be with, in this real world. I wouldn't stop asking myself why but with no answer. It feels wrong to my mind but yearn for their absence. Makes my mood swing, makes me feel that I have lost the goal for my life, makes me orphaned in this uncertain world with no one to care for you, makes me feel dark and gloomy and even go mad for something that I wish I wouldn't say love that might exist between me and "The SOMEONE". I wish I never was born to feel this pain.