There is one kind of feeling I always feel when I am here locked up in my little hostel room. 
Loneliness. Devoided of contact from all other people. Listening to the radio from the day to the night. Refusing to go to sleep. These few days, I have been hearing Singapore's 6am national anthem on the radio. I'm behaving like a radio freak, listening non-stop.
My mood rises and falls. Am I just suppressing myself? Seeking happiness to avoid unhappiness? Or truely recovering?
 
45 days to reaching home. Counting down..