thoughts the night be4

I spent a week in a mess and i loved it.
It gave me mixed feelings though.
Would I be able to live there?
I remember my flight from Paris to Bangkok. I had no any idea of what I would be doing in BKK. I didn't imagine myself in BKK. And now I feel that somehow, this place is my home. I hope HK will give me the feeling of home. All that I want.

There are some precious moments, that made us cry, but we hide our tears, cuz we wants to look strong.
We laugh and bitch everyone when outside the place we called home. And we cry listening to mom's stories of her giving birth to her child- me. I guess thats my sickness...I am sick of loosing the feeling of being home...I lost it..and I wanna give everything to have it again..to rebuilt my life...