So the worst kind of prophecy for me happened.
My holiday is ripped apart.
My plan to get it back failed.
My academic is in bloodbath yet again.
I'm homesick again.
What can I do.
It's bad enough going back here from home during other times.
It's a lot, a lot more horrendous coming back home during New Year's holiday.
Worst still,
I don't even know when I'm gonna go back home next.
At least, during the last two terms, I knew when to expect my cozy home.
Now, I don't even know what's gonna happen after the term ends.
And I don't think going back home during the mid-term seems very satisfying, if likely in the first place.
*sigh*
