Tonight, I went to the bar by myself. Again. I sat there, had one beer then went home. I know I have friends here. But to be honest, it feels like I have no one. The Philippines is so damn lonely. I miss my friends. I miss my bed. I miss being able to call my friends when I needed someone to talk to. I miss being able to call my friends at 11 in the evening and have some type of spontaneous adventure. This place sucks. But luckily, the bar is walking distance from my Mom’s house. That is both a pro and a con.