I don't want to go back. period.

I'll be going back home the day after tomorrow. I'll be leaving Singapore to go back to Indonesia. A part of me, hmm make that the whole part of me, wants to stary here. This is where I live. Here is my home. Some sense of nationalism, you might say.
But please do understand. Back there, I have nothing save for my family. I have few friends that I'm sure are more busy with their own lives. I have nothing.
Here, I have everything that I want.
I have my space, I have my friends, and of course, I have my fast internet.
The inevitable future of flying back home seems like a cruel destiny for me. Perhaps I should've done something to stay here a bit longer. Perhaps.
But what is done, is done.
I'm going to miss Singapore, I'm going to miss my room, I'm going to miss some people here.
Be sure that I'll be thinking of you every day for the next 3 months.
Now, if only it's the other way around too : )

Missing you already.