39 days in New Zealand.
11 more to go.
Frankly, I’m sick of it…
Why would anyone be homesick of Singapore eh?
I’m sick of existing in this city.
I’m sick of being an alien.
I’m sick of the company I keep here.
I miss being myself.
Most of all, I miss you.
Admit it, We all have a fantasy incepted in our heads.
a fantasy where you see yourself as an enigma.
a fantasy where things turn out just the way you want it to.
Sometimes I think I will be much happier living in that reality instead.