So here I am.
With one cup of full cream milk, two burgers, and three tomatoes to be eat.
I sit alone.
In a room. In a house.
Companied by the sounds of an old fan and the sound of the PC operating.
By living in college, I used to eat all by myself.
Even being in a home, I still have to eat by myself.
Being like this seems like a routine for me anyway.
If somebody saw me eating out alone in a cafe,
They would ask, "don't you have friend to eat together"?
There's nothing I could say but smiling.
It's not that I don't have friends to eat together.
It's not that I don't have family to eat with.
It's not that I don't want to,
It's just this is how I used to.
I heared a "meoww" sound from a corner.
Made me realized that I am not that alone :)