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Not quite sure to call this

Losing will always sting. It will always hurt. The dissappointment will always be there. It will never go away.

It only gets less painful as you realized that it doesn't matter.

Losing sucks. I admit that.

And maybe, it had made me bitter because I know what it feels like to watch your dreams die.

And maybe, that is the reason why I haven't been fitting well in university life. I see so many youngsters with bright, sparkling eyes. Eyes that have known no deep pain.
Souls that haven't been made to bend and break by the winds of life.
So young and innocent.

It's not like I do not have any friends. I do. They are all my friends but it's just that the connection isn't quite there. 
Like we are wearing different tinted glasses and seeing from different point of views. It's as if we live in different worlds.

But it's interesting. As much as I felt alone and lonely this year, I have never quite felt so surrounded by friends. It's crazy, really.

Oh well. This is life. But that doesn't mean I am giving up. Nope. I am going to just live my life and see how it goes~!

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文儀 said…
I wonder how would my friends group will be after september.

It mean less to me compared to studies I guess.

someone said, we have to dance like nobody watching and live as we will never get hurt.

yet what to do and what to feel, is very personal. Life is a personal journey with companion.

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