It's just something about walking home alone every Friday night/Saturday morning, that makes me realise that I want something more to all these. For some reason, instead of walking at my usual fast pace, I will usually slow down just wishing _____. And trust me, it's not that I'm not scared, but it has come to a point, whereby I really have no choice but to go through this every week. I'm not blaming anyone, but ya. I really wish _____.
Maybe I'm not ready to tell the world what I want. But I can still dream about it.
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