If I don't say it, when will I ever?

Just hearing those few words coming out from a teacher's mouth made me feel some false feeling inside me. Although I wanted it to be true in every single way, I felt like it wasn't. More like it wouldn't.

However it may be or however it may end up, I'm still going back to the red compound. I need some more time there. While I'm still here, and while I've still got the time. I miss every bit of the things I've missed missing in that place.
But before things take off as planned in this uncanny mind, some issues have to be thought over a few more times and submitted to the hierarchy; one of which includes something that makes me lazy just contemplating about it.

Hi. I'm still alive.