I don't want the world to see me.

At the end of the day, it's still this face that I miss. 

There are instances that I think I'm fine, when thinking home wouldn't trigger any onslaught of unwanted emotions that would take me straight to the waterworks. Then there are the nights where the only sounds that I can pick up on are those in my head, when closing my eyes I end up face to face with what I've been trying to escape from. I'm thankful for the few people in Perth that I hold close to heart, even more grateful that whilst I was nursing a badass hangover last night, I had a few of my favourite faces (which i have got accustomed to seeing on a daily basis fyi) dropping in - making me instant noodles, checking up on me and such. I had a warm and fuzzy feeling inside that produced a goofy smile on my face. I daresay i've taken quite a liking to Perth because of the people I meet here and the more laidback lifestyle, despite the fact that I always lament on how little time I have on revision. I need to grasp it at it's roots and nip everything in the bud, just wish I had more discipline to do so. Meanwhile, I really need to get back to revising for my mini class test @ 2pm and try to get everything back on track. 

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming. Or the moment of truth in your lies. 

When everything seems like the movies. Yeah you bleed just to know your alive