Am I making the right choice? If so, why do I feel so hurt?
I'm still alive! ^^ But I've never cried as much as I did during the 13-hr flight. Since I didn't sleep the night before the flight, it seems reasonable that I should be able to fall sound asleep on the plane... but no. When the plane was "warming up" its engine, my tears kept rolling down my cheeks. When the plane was taking off at a very high velocity, even more tears poured out of my eyes. I was sobbing... silently. I had a window seat, and my brother was next to me, sitting in the aisle seat while listening to music with the headset. I turned toward the window and sobbed. At high speed, the buildings in LAX passed by so fast, and they felt so surreal. I had a feeling that there's no way back now. I was brought, at a high velocity, to Taiwan. My heart ached so much when the plane was taking off, and my mind was filled with images of my dear friends.
After dinner, it was "bedtime", so the lights were turned off. In the dark, I missed my friends even more. I started thinking about what my future life would be like... but the more I thought about it, the more I sobbed under the blanket. Not only was I going to be away from my friends, I was also going to be away from my mom and brother, whom are so dear to me that I used to go back home every weekend, just to be with them. At this thought, my tears wouldn't hold back anymore, and they started pouring down like a storm. Other passengers were sleeping, so even sobbing may be loud in the quiet flight cabin. I didn't know... because my nose and ears were plugged, eyes were swollen, red, and hurting so much. My body felt very tired and worn-out, but my mind was wide awake.
When I was sleeping, I had a pleasant dream. I probably smiled while dreaming, too. 
It was a dream that my friends' and my dining together... eating Taiwanese food. lol. It was we three girls and a guy, happily enjoying Taiwanese food. The food was tasty, and I smiled a lot, feeling very warm at heart. But when I woke up, the reality hit me, and I was once again... sad. I couldn't cry anymore cuz my eyes hurt so much, but I know that if we're true friends, we'll be friends forever. So, I really didn't lose any friends, did I?
I miss my friends, and I can't wait to see them again. Meeting is happy, but parting is sad. When there's meeting, there's parting for sure. Just like... when there's birth, there's death, too. Thus, happiness doesn't exist alone. There's also sadness in life to contrast with happiness, so that we would know when true happiness arrives.
