I can see some pizza slices left on the kitchen table. Yesterday's party was good. Well, if you can call that a party. Would inviting your best friends to your house for a sleep over be called a party?
I don't think so...
I'm not really an expert in parties though. I haven't really been invited to any, since I haven't lived here for that long, and I'm not really the popular kind of person either. Because of what I've heard, I don't think I'd like to go to any, anyway.
The reason I decided to invite my best friends yesterday was because I'm leaving tomorrow.
I'm moving back to Spain, to my country.
But I don't want to.
When I came here, I lost everything I had. My friends, my life, my school... I had to start all over again. And after a while in this place, I started my new life. I just don't want to do it again, to go through this again...It's not fair for me. Besides If I go back to my old life, everyone will have forgotten me, and my friends might not like me anymore and...
Him.
Well he won't like me being there. He did enjoy these two years, I'm sure of it. Two years I haven't been in his life, but he still is in mine. Not in a phisical way, obviously (duuuh). But I can still remember him, I still cry when I listen to music because it reminds me of him, many dreams I have have been about him. All the guys I've been with have been somehow there just to try to forget HIM...
