I moved from my native town for University. I could have studied in my hometown‘s one, but I decide to move 1.6km away from my family and friends. I hated my hometown and I still do, but I don’t hate my friends from there. I moved mostly because I couldn’t stand anymore my “family”. It’s been 6 months and I have never, not even once, said l that I miss them. Not because I don’t miss them, but because I feel as if I don’t have the right to miss them.
I’m the one who got away.
I’m the one who left them.
Truth is I miss them so much. I feel so lonely. Sometimes I feel like going back to, let’s call them bad old habits.
I don’t wanna go back to my hometown, that would mean as if I’ve been defeated, and I hate losing. At the same time I don’t know how much longer I will be able to keep going like this.
