Home Alone... Again

It's that time of the year again... when my parents leave me, home alone, for a month in China. I started getting used to it since my junior year of High School. I was missing them so much, that I even cried. Now that I don't even come home (even when my parents are home) until later than 10pm, I feel like it's not much of a difference. I wouldn't call them everyday, and I wouldn't cry anymore.

They left exactly two weeks ago, and I haven't really felt lonely because the Friday after they left, my brother came home for Spring break. I did feel annoyed sometimes when my brother left crumbs everywhere, left dishes in the sink unwashed, and left the house in a mess. Today, my finally brother left back to college, and this feeling of loneliness is haunting me a little bit. Just a bit. At least when I'm watching Running Man (a hilarious Korean variety show), my brother would sit by me and laugh along with me. At least I had someone to yell at to clean this and that. At least when I eat dinner at home, my parents will be sitting next to me and my mother would force me to drink soup (not that I hate it).

I'm glad that they're only gone for a month, and there's only like 2 weeks left (2 weeks too long). But I'm also glad that I'm currently working and busy with school, so it will take up my time to not think about feeling lonely and all. I'm thankful for my friends that have visited me and plan to visit me. But just... at the end of the day, I come home to a house filled with darkness and silence. I hate that feeling most of all.