I miss my parents. I miss my family. I miss my high school. I miss you. I miss us. I miss my messy room. I miss my home. I miss my previous life. It's not that I don't like my new life, but I need time to adapt. In every hello, there will always be goodbye. I know it would eventually come. And it's happening now. Even though I've prepared for a moment like this gazillion times before, I'm still not ready. It's so hard to be far away from home, from bunch of people who (well at least they act like they) care about you.
I miss writing here, without any judgement from anyone. I wrote freely, without hesitation. I miss telling everyone about what happened in my life. I miss writing here, but I just have no time. Sometimes it feels like I have a writer's block. I even can't continue writing my story. It just, I'm losing my inspiration. It sucks.