Mental breakdown, maybe not.

It has been more than a month since I left home. Never will I forget how hard it was to step out of the place I call home, although I was excited about the changes I were to face. 

Things are going surprisingly smooth, having fun, having a life.

I also enjoy staying alone because I can do everything I want, without needing to worry about my parents worrying me. hahahahhaha this sounds rebellious but this is true. 

Staying alone is not really a bad thing until you have to deal with all the dishes, laundries, and etc on your own. Momma is not here to help you out! D:

But, this is part of growing up, right?

People and even I have been asking me, 'Do you miss home?'

I always said I dont, because I think I really dont. 

But now, I kind of doubt.

As much as I enjoy staying alone, I find it odd for not having someone I'm comfortable with to talk to, when I reach "home". It's no longer home but "home" because there are no familiar faces at this place. 

It got me feeling so empty. Although I could have made phone calls and texted those familiar faces, it's just not the same. 

Now I also hate it when I hate it when mom or sis give me texts because I thought it was annoying. 

But ok, let's put it this way:

text messages and phone calls may be annoying but these are the only way I get to keep in touch with those I miss. These are the only way because I dont get to see them in daily life, at this moment. 

Anyway, it also surprises me how I kind of foresaw this coming. But I'm not sure whether this is a normal thing or not.

Other than that, I realize that I miss my friend, my best friend.

Didnt know not being able to see her for 9 months would be a problem but oh well, now I know.

Not really sure what else to say, that's all for now I guess?

8 more months let's do it.

and

FUCK PMS.