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Sunday, July 17, 2011 at 01:24
As I sit by your bed now, there's this whole chain of thoughts passing through my mind.
A little bit of courage to make me braver than ever.
A long day, starting from 10am to 11.30pm.
Tuition lessons, one after another, waiting for me.
By evening, I couldn't take it anymore so I sneaked out and took a break on my bed which lasted for 45mins.
Really, it was inadequate but I forced myself awake and reached the dance studio 15mins late, rushed to meet my friends, rush to the restaurant, rushed to order, rushed to eat, rushed to udders.
Somehow, I felt that something's missing, or rather, I felt that there's this sense of anxiety in my heart.
I needed to go home.
And so, here I am, sitting by your bed, feeling more peaceful than the world could ever contain, feeling more at home than my own house could ever provide.