Nothing
As I got out of the bus and out of the station, holding my Virginia Slims, I walked back to my flat all alone. The street was very quiet. Not a single person was at sight, other than some familiar faces of old people sitting by the benches. I was listening to 情人的眼泪 “Qing Ren De Yan Lei” (Lover’s Tears) on my phone.
Classic Chinese song with a certain blue-ness to it.
Couldn’t help but felt miserable and lonely. Missing home a lot. Miss my family, miss my dogs, miss my mum’s cooking, miss my mum’s tea, miss being pampered, miss everything about my home. My tears were uncontrollable.
Thinking….
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE IN THIS SHITHOLE???????????????
…
When I got back, I smiled.
And I knew everything’s going to be ok.
