It's 2:01am and I'm still awake. I'm lying here in the dark and I feel like I'm about to explode from the pain of missing home. It's hard to explain though.
I hate how selfish people can be. Particularly Sydneysiders. They do not let you in onto the roads, they are rude, bad drivers etc. But mostly they are too wrapped up in their own lives to notice someone else suffering silently alongside them.
It's 2:04am and I can hear people talking and cooking toast. I long for my room with my bed and my dog and the faniliarity of the green walls. I want normality back. Done with uni. Done with sickness. Done with leaving.
Everytime I go home, the harder it is to leave again.
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