I am starting to hate weekends. I notice that my mind is really going crazy every weekend. I hate doing chores, I hate the feeling that I have no one to talk, no one besides me. Though I love silence moments during holidays, I don't want to be alone. This really make me miss my home and friends in Yangon. Even though I had nothing to do in Yangon, I never feel so lonely as I always go to my friend's house or I have my mother accompanying me and always cook the food I asked randomly. T_T.. I am really feeling home sick.
And I think weekends are rushing days for someone and I hate that. The timing is really bad for us. I am always rushing on weekdays, and he, on weekend. What am I supposed to accept and handle it? This kind of situation really can make relationship so cold, I know it by my heart.. and I can't help but feel really sad for it. Well, hope I could endure it, hope I would be strong enough not to give up.
I am thinking about a person who always tell jokes and make me happy when we are together. It's hard to forget the words, and I hope I could hear those jokes again. There is a saying from that person that I cannot forget
"စိတ္ဆိုးေအာင္လုပ္ႏုိင္ပါတယ္။ စိတ္နာေအာင္ မလုပ္ပါနဲ႔".
I am really sorry if I have ever made you feel hurt, my beloved ones..
No comments:
Post a Comment