In my bed

I am laying in my bed, slightly drunk (slightly ha, I see two of each key) and feeling lonely. There are a few people whom I need right now and none of them are here to stroke my hair and tell me that it is going to be alright and I'll look brighter on life once I sober up tomorrow. It is weird how you ( or I on perticular) end up depending on some people that much and when you try to see how long it is going to take before they are the ones dropping by your room just to say hi or sit down and just be there next to you in case you need them.. Oki,this was probably a post with out much sense and should probably deserve more explanation, but now I can hardly keep my eyes open. I haven't slept properly for days, I almost don't eat (compared to back home) and I am lonely.. It is good to be back, isn't it?