I hate January, you'll be coming soon when he will go to his home country to enjoy with his friends. I hate myself, I hate that I'm so used to his presence and not his absence. I will be here, I am crazy the one who wears her feelings on her sleeve. But he will be excited to go without me. Maybe I am just meant to get left behind always, like my mum she left me to go to her creator. I wish you were here mum I'd put my head in your lap and tell you everything because amidst so many I still feel so alone. It's funny life is making me change from an emotional girl to someone who has to play so many roles but has lost herself.