Usually I'm the type of person who doesn't care about going back home, eventhough I'm here in Jogja all by myself. I'm not homesick. My house now has becoming waaaay more comfortable more than ever. Like I can live in my room forever.
But why now I'm acting like a spoiled child asking for my mommy? My parents always visit me at least once every two weeks. But I haven't seen them for a month. That's what broke my heart. Do they care about me?
The saddest thing is, my relationship with my parents is more shallow. The only thing we talked about is money. How much they have to give me this week. How much I have to pay my housekeeper weekly fee. That's it. My parents have become a stranger to me.
I never crumble apart in front of my parents. I never told them about my life to them. I always act "I can handle everything". Asking for advice or being weak really isn't my thing. And maybe my parents would feel the same. I'm doing perfectly fine here. Why they should care?
Now I'm feeling lonely. My life has been great lately. Less drama and everyone around me is super nice. Maybe less fun, but this is what I want and I am loving it. But no matter how nice my life is, no one can replace family.
I miss you mommy daddy, my big bro, and both of my sisters. Please come visit me.
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