Flying off in less than 8hrs time, I should be sleeping but why am I here.
Sigh. It's the third time and I should have gotten used to it, I should but no.
No matter how much I've tried to convince myself that it's time to pack my ass up for perth, I can't bear to leave. I miss home.
First year, I left with a heart to explore.
Second year, I took with me a heart to achieve.
This year, I'm stuck with a heart that doesn't wanna leave its comfort zone.
A heart that fears loneliness more than it has ever experienced since its first beat.

The side you wanna conceal, you can't lie.
Your nights, the voice echoes.
Be strong, be brave.

At this point of time, I just wanna say, home is still the best.
Always do.