If you read this, I require you to turn your speakers on.

Thank you.

Two weeks. I’ve spent two weeks now. And I’m glad I’m still glad, not the type of glad that you can consider happy. Happiness is somewhat relative, because for me, happiness is high school.

Enough said. Come on. College life sucks. Admit it. I know some won’t totally agree, but I’m talking about myself here- neither about you nor of the whole. This is utterly about how I struggle to adjust in this doomed pandemonium. And if you only knew how much I miss home and high school, I reckon you would completely understand why.

College and high school. If you compare these two, you are more likely comparing a dandelion to a rose. I cannot put into words what the difference is, really. In college, I got all the freedom I badly wanted when I was just in high school. But the essence isn’t there anymore, not with the people I wanted to spend it with.

Now you actually knew how much I wanted to go back and spend high school over and over again. I loved being a high school student. And I’ll always will.

High school is where my heart is. Because when I’m in high school, it’s like I’m home.