These few nights, when I'm all alone at home, many things run through my mind.

I'll be honest, I feel useless.

No idea, but it kinda stings. Leaves me feeling our soury inside. I keep forgetting that my bubble's popped a long time ago. I much rather be dreaming. The feeling, its choking, asphyxiating. Wonder how long can this go on.

Yes, human nature. You never thought u'd missed it so much til its totally gone. I mean in an emotional sense, the feeling, not physically.

Everyday, i reach home and sit on the sofa, staring at a blank tv screen. Sounds real pathetic, but i'd much rather be anywhere else than home. Instead of a place of refuge, its more like a place where i waste my time.

My so-called life.