after three months of being away, and for almost two months of having lonely breakfasts and lunchs, im finally going back. and for quite some time. i dont think i havent been at home for over a week in like two years. i liked being in kl, surrounded by friends and never ending adventures. well at least it used to. i feel happy that i get to be at home. nothing's like having comfort food 24/7. but then again, i dont know. i think i've lost touch. with life in general. everybody probably feels the same with covid going on so im nothing special.
i stumbled upon some old memories yesterday and it made me super unnecessarily nostalgic. i had so many friends, like stupid many. i remembered having problems back then but i cant seem to recall what it was, so i guess it wasnt that big of a deal. all i remember when i look back, i feel like i was at my peak. and i took that for granted. even the people i had back then.
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