CASAA.

I've never seen the place this empty. I used to hate it for killing the claustrophobic that I am. Now I hate it for being too big and spacious. I remember writing about it during first week of school; about how the big groups occupying most of its tables made me feel like a loser. Now I sit right in the middle of it and I almost want to say that things haven't really changed. Of course, I cannot. Drama isn't worth the lie.

There is not even one familiar face. If * was here right now, I'd be more than glad to talk to him. Really. That's better than being alone and feeling so damn sleepy. I cannot even remember how many yawns I've already made.

I've been thinking about things -- recent things. I've been thinking about people and how silly and absurdly I've thought of things involving them. I've been thinking about the next weeks and the uncertainty I feel. I've been thinking about hopes and answered prayers. I've been thinking about you and how much you've made me smile. I've been thinking about cheap choco cake and McFlurry. I've been thinking about everything with sense and without. Wow, 45 minutes has passed. At least I haven't been daydreaming. Or so I think.

It's lunchtime now and the place's starting to be filled with noise. Do I like it? I'm not sure. It only makes me feel more lonely. But really, I kind'a like this place already. Well, I'm starting to. I almost feel comfortable in my seat. Too bad I have to leave already.

Would it take thirty minutes to go to Philcoa from here? Ohh, I hope.