home.

being home has been good. spending time with family, meeting up with friends.. i love being home. tho it lacks the craziness of being at vista prima, but at least it's HOME. i've missed it.

but these few days.. i dont know. being home and all? it's been doing things to the mind. or maybe i've just been emotional lately. i really dont know. it sucks. partly.

i've been reminiscing a lot.

being home brings back memories. memories i've tried not to dwell on. bittersweet. the good and the bad. moments in life that will always be remembered but have been locked in that little box in the far corner of my mind. to be shut out. always.

sights, scents, sounds.. snippets of moments. they're all coming back. even in dreams. they're starting to haunt.

i've put it all behind; so why now? i guess it's just the feeling of being home. the familiarity of it all. but i just wish it'd stop. it's not doing anything good. i'm worried. worried that it'd all make me start wishing for something that i shouldnt even be thinking of.

i really hope and pray that i wouldnt. i have at least more than a month left.

@ 9:31 PM