I dunno whether i look forward to going home after every flight. For one i obviously want to rest and do nothing at home. On the other hand going home means facing these negative emotions. Again and again.
Besides, i could do nothing in the hotel rooms if i wanted to.
So sometimes i ask myself why do i have to insist on being unhappy. I am, on normal days, happy. I mean, i just came back from japan! But upon coming home, i'm faced with the same doubts as i did from my last trip back. And the last. And the last.
Maybe i just have too much time on my hands to be thinking of stuff. People like to ask me what i do on my off days cos i have irregular off days. My boyfriend is only part time. Plus, even as i'm often away, we are apparently still not spending enough time apart. Friends are either busy at work or fyp or serving coffee at the other end of the world. I don't like to go out when it's too sunny or rainy. So basically i sit on my butt most of the time. Gee.
I guess it's time to start shopping for a puppy.
At least he'll be here for me.
And make me happy again.
Omg i just realised how pathetic i sound.
Labels: pointless statements, whinings
