Was scanning through some old photos this evening when I stumbled upon a picture of my mother.
Within seconds, tears started to fill up the corner of my eyes and naturally I cried. I used to tell people around me that I'm not the kind of homesick person. But now I can deny no more.
I miss my home.
I guess maybe life has been too tough for me to survive here. I'm still wandering around and not struggling hard for future. It's such a shame for a 20-year-old to be that immature and unable to cope with the surrounding. I feel so sorry for not living my life the way I should be and always have to make my mother worry about me. Really feel bad about that.
Anyway, there's a week of holidays coming soon and I'm going back to my hometown Bintulu this Friday night. Can't wait for it.
I wonder how are you doing Mother...
*force a smile*