I hardly believe I'm going home today. My bags are ready, all packed up in one corner. But I am not, I'm sitting on a floor trying to hold my tears while my eyes on my baggage, yeah! and I'm trying to talk to myself again as I write here. what I feel right now can be likened to a death of someone close to my heart,*nod* but lesser than that I supposed. I thought of going home long before the result of the promotion board came out and I was anticipating then that I'm not gonna make it to the list but I never thought of it this hard. I guessed, it's my hope that fails me. oh! disappointments seems to be everywhere. I'm praying to wake up one day free of rage because I'm really mad right now.
I'm going home, and I guess...there is a long and winding road that awaits me.