I miss them already, my former housemates. I miss the noise. I miss the laugh trips and the constant shouting spree. I miss walking with them with a steady pace of kwentuhan. I miss everything.
Being alone in this four-walled room just.. eats me up inside. There is nothing but silence, nothing but the constant hum of the electric fan to keep me company. Nothing. I am alone.
The room’s too bright. The mini-fridge is half-empty, too empty. The single bed is too.. depressing.
I am alone. And I am sad. But I don’t want to start the semester sulking for my loneliness. And so, I’ll smile.
Good night, lonely, lonely, world.