| Friday, 25 July 2008 |
| he is set in stone |
Its times like these that I wish he were still alive to tell me not to give in. Not to give in, not to give in, not to give in.
Looking at the photos that Geraldine and Gladys posted up on their blogs have made me immensely jealous of the fact that they had a great time in Australia while I was languishing somewhere in SGH. I miss being abroad with friends. Its just not the same with family... because there's so much less spontaneous interaction with family than friends. I dunno. I feel very very much demoralized and irritated with alot of things that I can't tell people about. Its very sickening.
I was reading at Geraldine's blog when I suddenly had this sudden desire to meet up with GAG again and just have a day or even night out where I can just say anything under the sun and even slam medicine. I miss the nonsensical conversations with them... stuff that don't make sense, stuff that may make sense, and stuff that make me feel more grounded. I feel guilty that I don't meet up with them that often, that my schedule's really impossible and I hardly even go online now to chat with them...But yet, I really miss talking to them. Because conversations with them gives me a chance to be who I really am - and allow me to blabber nonstop.
I am going to SGH tomorrow. Sigh.Labels: emo, friends |
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