History repeats itself. Last year, I watched The Hunger Games alone. This year, I watched Catching Fire on the big screen alone—again. I’m so good at being single. I love myself.
When everything gets normal, you’ll just stop sharing about personal stuff because there’s nothing too special. You feel carefree as every minute of time flows within the limited space. Everyday is just the usual thing whether you’re just going to school or work and returning to your home. I badly missed this life because I never had too much time for myself before. I even tried loving someone and getting the love back is really worth it. In a few months, I’ll be leaving this town and I can’t wait to begin the first adventure of my life.