Breakdown.

For the 101 times i've said this,
I feel miserable.
I wanna go home.

I admit defeat. I'm just weak.
I'm just not cut to travel for so long.
I feel so tired of missing everyone.
I feel like crying everyday and I feel so tired of crying over every slightest thing.
Because besides crying, I don't know of anything else I can do to help myself.

I think I may just develop depression.

I need to go home, badly.