I finally came back to Los Angeles and have felt a disconnect with the situations, the people and the environment around me. I’m struggling to get back on my feet and to see the bright side of my situation, but the worst part is, I am getting angry and hurting the people around me. I don’t understand why I am doing this; perhpas it is the reverse culture shock, perhaps it is the stress of graduate school and living. All I need is time, space and someone to hug me. I miss you guys so much: Panda, E, Jess, Lynn, Freddo, Janet, Karen, Taneque, Daniel. I need you guys now.
Time Machine
by Mayday
The play is over, you can see the place filled with empty seats, the lights come back on
This story’s circumstances seem to be real and seem like an illusion
It’s just that it can be so difficult to convince oneself,
It takes advantage of and can’t reject the assault of remorse and anger
So remorseful, so broken-hearted, I want to start over, is that alright?
Just one time, I can’t go toward this kind of ending
So remorseful, so broken-hearted, who can help me go back
I’d give up everything I have for a time machine
