I remember writing about "What's going to happen after December 31?". I am not sure whether it's answered already, nor the answer can be found in other places. But, here I am, in another place. I am still uncertain.
No wonder the Base is much more comfortable than being at home. There I wouldn't have to worry about things like these. I wouldn't worry if my greetings wouldn't be returned by a blink-blink on the Facebook tab of my web browser. My nights would be restful, too. Not spend them watching a ceiling of artificial stars until I could feel sleep invade me. The short walks I take should've been relaxing, if not only because of this drumming heartbeat.
So I spent the rest of my days here putting the pieces together. It occupies most of my time. Sigh... This is situation is so familiar. Everything, even the way I breathe, is dejavu. You see, I just followed what my horoscope said. And then he suddenly logged out.
Here I am, listening to Switchfoot, hoping it would loosen the cramped muscles of my heart.
