19 years i've spent here.
1 year was all it took to make me feel like i don't belong.
things change. people change. maybe i am the one changing.
everyone moves on. and thats the fact of life.
the coins are so small that so many times today they almost slipped off my fingers, and it did. once.
its so odd to see pastries selling for a dollar or two and bowls of noodles for 4-5bucks.
i almost felt like shouting 'thank you' to the bus uncle, but den i remembered.. nobody does it here.
its like i'm trapped. somewhere in between.
stuck in a moment. and i can't get out of it.
adapting can be really exhausting.
it makes me question if i really want to try to make things work.
i can't stop thinking.
i can't pretend that nothing happened.
is it really gonna be alright if i fight hard enough?
