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Hi! I'm Strawberry!
I'm always sweet but sometimes sour.
I have a husband, Honeydew. We live with my mum, Banana and my dad Papaya
Cheers! We are the awesomest food ever.
LOL Ignore that. This is me. But keep in mind. If you don't like me, or hate the way I post things. I'd appreciate you to get out of my blog.
I live in my own little world at times. I love animals, flowers, pretty clothes, heels, my family and friends, my food and everything that makes the world beautiful. I love all consumable foods especially my chocolates. I am not crazy. I am simply different. I'm also utterly obsessed with mermaids and I dream of becoming one someday.
I HATE copycats and spammers. So, if you're one of them, it's a sign that you should stay away. This is where I express most of me, so either you accept it or you don't.
♥ 06.09.1994 ♥
SHUTTING YOURSELF OUT
So... the next phase of my journey, university life... I don't know whether I should be grieving or celebrating. For leaving my family is what pains me most. I get very homesick when I leave home. And to me, home doesn't mean being at home. It's being together with whoever I want to be with, that is my parents. I realise now that being at home and feeling at home is not simply staying at home. Anywhere can be home with the people that makes you feel like you're already at home. Too bad it took this much for me to realise. I really do feel like going home right now, being with my parents, fooling around with my sisters and I really miss their voices. A lot.
The first day I arrived, I had a complete breakdown. I cried for like 6 hours straight. Then I got a little tired and dozed off for a little. But after half an hour I woke up again, covered in tears and crying all over again. To be frank, that feeling really sucks. Staring at the empty room, I feel really alone in this world. I don't know how to describe it. But it feels like someone is repeatedly stabbing my heart with daggers, filling it up with my own blood. Weird description but it feels so. That's how I endured my first night here.
The second day was the first day of Orientation. I entered the sports hall with a reluctant heart. Looking at all the strange and unfamiliar faces, I tried to keep low and make myself unseen and unheard. Throughout the three days of orientation, every single day felt like a torture to me. I was too homesick to join in or mingle around. Of course, some of them approached me and tried to start a conversation but eventually they got tired and left when all I gave them was my tired and ' leave me alone ' face. One of the days I was having dinner alone and this girl approached me and asked if I'd like to join them. I rejected. Not that I don't like them or anything but I'm just homesick. And I prefer to be alone at that time. I have no energy or the mood to put on a smile or pretend to be friendly and face them. Just no. I'd rather be left alone.
Fortunately today I'm feeling a little better and I've been crying lesser too. The unfortunate thing? I realised I've been cold and unmoved towards the people in my group during orientation. For that, I feel really sorry. So, to you guys- * Sorry I've been cold and so quiet when you guys approached me. You are good people with good hearts. I wish you all the best in your future undertakings. And thank you for making me feel like a part of the group even when I shut myself out. Bless you. *
Message to self: Try not to dwell in the past or you'll miss out the times you're supposed to be indulging in.
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