So that pretty lonely

 Suddenly wanted to write something, it might be lonely, yesterday in Hong Kong to the two friends to accompany them in 1912 babyface even drunk, and drive away the last a friend, I almost threw up in the taxi, I have been a good drinker But yesterday, just yesterday, I actually drunk, perhaps too much pressure and it is not pleasant.
the first time every time happy and friends always want happy, every time a bad mood but how I want to quiet quiet , I knew that I was lying to myself, because my heart is empty. every time want to cry when sad, miss my nuna, miss my mother and wanted her to accompany me every day, But I have to leave her mother to accompany the day every day for nine years, began to live on campus from the university to the community working, always sporadic to go home a few times, and occasionally she came to see me, every time she walked I do not have the heart to look back because I know I'm not that strong, nine years, always the case. Whenever I get very lonely, always wanted her on the college also like to talk with her phone, and now covered with blankets in addition to their crying outside I have no other way to vent, because I know she is really very hard, maybe I envy the people around me such a good condition, in fact, only I know how much halo behind the bitterness in the end. I think she must have miss me, she always asked me, back to her, like now. But I, after all, is already an adult, I have to learn to live their lives, one day I will leave her.
I hate the weekend because of this every When friends accompany me to their family and friends. I also used to make their own very busy weekend, busy with no time to think, but to see the street scenes, still can not help but miss, often late at night turn on the lights when they were sleeping, because I was frightened, do not know what the fear, but always insecure, sometimes sleeping on the television appeared on the screen when the snow point I fell asleep, when the morning the program is already a new day, and I was not at home when I girl roommate is such that every dark night.
I'm not always happy together, others say I was no trouble, very happy person, per times when I saw my very happy, but really only you know how happy their own, maybe I was too sad people, happy times are not happy after thinking happy day, and someone said I was asking for trouble, maybe.
I want someone else to happiness is short, for ourselves is eternal happiness.
blotters remember my feelings, just like chatting with a friend, like, say it like by the !