I'm back.

I'm not sure how I'm supposed to continue this post.

I think everyone who's been back after a long trip reminisce about the past a little too much and that's the current state I'm in.

A lot happened during the trip. Again, a typical and predictable statement.

You could say I got closer with the people who stuck through with me. And for that, I thank them. It was horrible the first few nights. I was despondent and longed to be back home; alone in my bedroom where I find most comforting. And at that time, I remembered so vividly, thinking about how long 2 weeks was going to be. A week hasn't even passed so yknow. I guess looking back at it right now, I can't believe how foolish I was- wanting time to speed by, yearning to be back home in my own bed. Now I wish time hadn't pass so fast.

It's boring here.

Definitely not used to having nothing to do when every day of being abroad we had to assemble downstairs at 9 to drive up for hours somewhere and do stuff.

Surely one of the things I miss most.

I really wanna see everyone again. Be it those who didn't speak to me, those who didn't know I was there the whole trip, those who mocked me.

Yeah kinda got bullied during the trip but its whatever. It was probably over jealousy issues suffered from the other part.

Nothing I say can ever justify the things I saw, the experiences I felt, the sounds I heard and the scents I smelt. I should add I did maybe slightly liked someone. Something I do not advice because when the trip's over and done, you probably won't see him/her again and don't ever be too sure whether you can live the rest of your life with that fact.

It'll mess you up good.

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