They forced me home today.

even if there aint much struggle and im really happy to get my ass back home, i still considered it as FORCE. i dont know why but it seemed to be like the trip home was damn long... very long.. i felt like it was eternity.

when my dad saw my eyes yesterday night, he questioned why the hell i wasnt using egg to rub it.

What the hell? it's SORE EYES, not some wound okay?

Ive Waited.
History repeats itself.