Today was really busy during work, a lot of customers going in and out, and during sessions when I don’t suit any area of expertise the customer needs, I just sit comfortably on the chair and read the Hunger games book until it was done, going on and off in between to help out customers and do their pedicure. After a long while, I just wanted to relax at home, have a meal of spaghetti and water and just go on the internet while my mom’s at some bar. I went on Gmail checked on stuff, read Naruto, and then just talked to a couple of friends in Facebook. Although It’d be nice to have someone who I could have a real talk with. Good old back and forth shiz, but hey, what I get is what I got. Haha, I don’t mind. It’s nice either way, gets me less homesick than I already am.
It’s funny to say the least, here I am, lying on the bed thinking to myself what It’ll be two years from now. Will I still feel the same way about the people I call friends right now? Or will the passage of time dull whatever connection is left of the word, halfway through. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter right now, since I’m sleepy as fuck, and I need to wake up tomorrow early to see the sunrise one last time here before I go.
Yeah a lot has been going through my head, but I just wish for the best even if the worst is all that comes. At least then, I’ll know the good afterwards, will feel twice as great.