Another closed chapter.

Yet another chapter of my life has ended. It's painful, no doubt. And I cried. Many comforted me, consoled me, but I know it is something that I can only get through it myself. But I'm thankful of the friends who texted me, thankful for the friends who care for me. And I hope that those who genuinely cared, our friendship will go on for a long time.

When that part of life was over, I used work to numb myself. I work harder than before, cos I know it is the only thing that is able to keep my mind off all of these. But at the same time, I find myself liking this line of job. No doubt it's tough and requires more physical work than others but I believe it is something I would want to have as my job. Probably some might think that I spoil market by coming back to help on off days or that I'm trying to bootlick my bosses and stuff. Well, if you're thinking this way, then continue thinking that way cos petty people will only lead to their own downfall.

Also, I realised that the only constant in my life is family. Cos no matter what happens, they'd welcome you back with open arms. Although the words they say may be mean at times but know that they want the best for you.

I haven't had the courage to tell my parents what really happened cos I'm afraid of crying in front of them. It's not because of pride, but it's because I wouldn't want them to worry about me. Being parents, they already have enough to worry about and I wouldn't want to break down in front of them and give them severe heartaches.

Some have tried to get me to go back to that part of life and I am going to say it right here that no, I can't. It's not because there isn't any love anymore. It's because of the loss in mutual understanding and acceptance. And I'm glad there are friends out there who gave me sound advice and encourage me to meet them up so that I wouldn't be so depressed.

Now, listening to emotional songs means dying on the inside and being at places with memories means more heart ache. It takes time, I know. And if you're reading this, I'm letting you go because letting go is also a form of love. I feel that you're better off with someone more understanding than me and someone who has a much better temper than me.

And to all the lovely readers out there, stay sweet if you're attached and stay happy if you aren't.