I know it's been a while. But I'm crying as I type this, so bear with me. I can't stop thinking of my parents already being off Australian soil. Flying back to Singapore now. I wanna be them in that plane. I don't care that the seats are uncomfortable cos it's gotta be a million times better than how I'm feeling right now. The worst thing is, they haven't touched down to Singapore yet so I can't talk to them until tomorrow. And then during the week I will have so few opportunities to talk to them cos of the time difference and their work hours, etc. I miss them so much. I hate this. I really do.

Please, God, help me. It's just so hard. I'm truly alone now.