i’m afraid to admit that i feel lonely at night. after a few weeks in a new country, i felt that i am getting used to it. i have started seeing friends and get together with the family i have here. it was pretty pleasant and i am more then ready to take on this year ahead. that was until i went back to my country for a weekend. graduation day. all my friends met up to celebrate and congratulate me. we spent the night laughing, smoke a few cheap cigarettes and just eat. i keep telling myself that i would eventually find friends that i could spend time with like these bunch. but later i came to realise, to replace them, i need to look for brothers.