"You're so obsessed with finding someone to love you, because you couldn't love yourself."
13:26 pm
Why aren't you talking to him anymore? He asked me.
There's nothing much that we have to say to each other anymore. I told him.
That sounds sad, he replied.
It isn't, really. People often come and go, and it's not difficult to find someone that's bound to leave you some day or another. It's normal, I guess. One day when we run out of stuff to tell each other, you're gonna stop talking to me too. I responded, matter-of-factly.
He sighed.
That's true.
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Officially one more day till the end of my work contract, and two more days till the start of freshman orientation camp. I've never been good with camps - or with new faces - they all seem so daunting to me. I ask myself everyday, what if I don't fit in? What if they don't like me? What if I'm not fun enough? Am I gonna enjoy it this time round? Trust me, I want to have fun - It's just that I'm not exactly your sunshine girl or cutie pie - I'm pretty much your typical shy girl that's probably anxious about what to say on the first minute of camp. My gut feeling is telling me that it's gonna be okay - just as how everyone's been trying to convince me of, and I have butterflies in my tummy just thinking about it, but I'm crossing my fingers really hard on this one and hopefully I'll return back home with a bunch of new friends that I can gush about hot guys with.
I can't wait for school to begin, though. School's gonna be amazing and I'm so brimming with ambitions that I want to fulfil I absolutely cannot wait to become a college student!!! With an ugly student identification pass, as usual. I knew of the deadline like a mere three hours before and there's not much I could do to prepare a glamorous looking frontal shot of myself. I told my mom about it and she told me that I should be ashamed of myself if my ID photo ever scared off any potential boyfriends...
Told granny that I went for another blood donation session (despite failing the iron-count part twice, and I finally got through it the third time) - she informed me that our nation's blood bank is low on blood and that she was proud of me for donating blood - It doesn't matter whose life you're saving, but a life saved is definitely a few shattered hearts being pieced back, and I guess that's a sacrifice I'm more than willing to make :)
Much love,
Chels x