Been having this squeezing sensation in my heart lately, whenever i think about leaving Glasgow and going back to Singapore. Is it because i miss Singapore so much that i can't wait to go back, or because i know i'll miss Glasgow when i'm gone? Or perhaps it's both. I had a dream last night in which i left most of my belongings behind in Glasgow, or at least, those that mattered to me. Perhaps i'm afraid of leaving some part of myself behind, in such a faraway place, having my soul torn and divided across the globe, irrecoverable.

I feel lonely now that Audrey's having her internship, and can't talk to me all day. I feel this emptiness in me when she's gone to work or asleep.