i can't seem to let go of my old house mentally and emotionally.
it's like im physically in the new house yet my soul is still clinging on to the past.
it's like almost every moment, i think of the layout of the old house.
the moments lying on bed before sleeping are sometimes torturous, i close my eyes and i think of the old house. i wish i'll wake up and find myself in my old house and i dread and i hope not to dream of the old house for fear that i'll wake up and realise it's all just a wonderful dream. i know i think too much but i can't help it. argh.


it's a NON-LIVING THING, why am i so attached to it. WTH.
right now, it seems much more easier to live with a strong front than showing the true self.