When I first came back from internship, I was so happy to be home after 4 months away from my bed, teddy and of course, mom.
But I couldn't help myself from reminiscing the memories in JB. I remember how I was loved by everyone there.. I remember how I used to spend my nights and off days there.. The nights are so unforgettable it's been holding my back from being sociable as I were before. I find it hard to truly laugh and enjoy myself here. As days pass, I'm learning to sleep again at night and laugh more genuinely but at times like this, it just kills me. It kills me so much that I'd do anything to actually go back to the beginning of the year once again. Of course, it will never happen. I don't know if I would ever see JB the same again if I go back there again some day. But what kills me the most that it gives me smile and not regret to think of those days. I find it easier to hate and move on rather than being like this. But the worst part is.. when I don't even know if I actually want to move on.
