Another exam tomorrow. And therefore, the wilful urge to write. Can I just say that I hate it when people move away? Detachment. Yes, that's the word. That's probably something I shall never learn to be. Detached. And that's the one thing that has really plagued me. After a series of personal struggles, I was left shattered and disillusioned. In restrospect, I don't really mind. But I'm hoping I don't have to go through the same things over and over again. If only life were a little simpler and I didn't spend all my time living in a bubble.

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Sphinx said…
call it a deconstruction of attachment if you will. And sometimes, its a necessity. I remember, when I was in school, People would come and go. Sons and daughters of consulate delegates et al would be in school for a year or two and then they'd leave. By the time I finished school, attachment and detachment was a part of the life that I had lead. Funny how somethings never change.
February 28, 2009 at 8:38 PM
Bone said…
um, this post might not be about me at all but can i still say i'm sorry for not being around more? i'll make it up, i promise.
March 1, 2009 at 12:34 AM
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