It's 3 a.m and I would probably be half-awake from barely sleeping after cracking my head trying to figure out some shit I can't comprehend from the accounting 2 homework. With bleary eyes I'd switch on the telly, down some form of caffeine and that's probably when being home, really feels like home.
To disconnect from everything for 90 minutes.
Some people fail to understand this, some people think that it's utterly ridiculous. But they don't get it and they won't get it until they experience it.
You see, on a daily basis, you probably won't see my true colors.
There should be one morning where we'd be watching my favorite club play together. Maybe then you'll see my true self.
It's hard to describe but boy I love the feeling.
It's longing for the week to be over so you can get to that Sunday morning because you miss it so much although you had catch one 12 hours ago.
It's just an indescribable comfort.
Though I wish it's a comfort I could share with someone.
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