screw it

`i miss my friends so good..
`earlier, about 9 pm, i was having dinner. No one’s at home. all i could hear was my own chewing of food, the tick of the clock, the purr of my brother’s black cat and the whistle of the wind banging our windows. It was a sad sight, a lonely picture. I felt alone.
`I want to sit and have a meal with my friends, see how we’ve all been after these past couple of months.
`I’ve grown tired of the city life. I want to live back here in Tagaytay. I hate going back to Quezon City just when I started to become all cozy in my home. I’m tired of preparing my meals and eating them alone. I’m going to puke if I eat any more  of those fast food value meals. I don’t want to be independent. I want to be independent. I’m just tired right now.
`I now become nostalgic of my high school days. I just want to bring it all back.
`I pictured eating my fried fish and crab and corn soup with someone who used to be so special to me while I was having dinner earlier.
`I can’t wait for the sembreak, I want to be with them again, just like the old days.

`I miss my family. They are all out tonight. I wonder where they are. It’s sad. I’m lonely. I’m tired. Even too tired to put these thoughts together in descent paragraphs.