I'm feeling awful.
14 September 2009

Ahh, just how unfair is Time playing on us?
I'm sure I had four months. But at this point of time, I try very hard to make myself see that I have only a week left. I just cannot believe it. Now, where has it all gone to?
Each passing day proves to be more and more difficult to go through. I keep telling myself that I ought to embrace what I have left of my time at home and not think about 22nd September, but these words are constantly ringing in my head: I'm dreading it, I'm dreading it, I'm dreading it. And it always rings three times in this way because I'm really really not looking forward to leaving home once again into a faraway land.

I know I ought not to be like this. I just have to constantly remind myself of what I have in faraway land that I could reach out for and look forward to, so that 22nd September doesn't have to be so dreadful. But each time I think of it, I only feel worse than I already do.

I don't wish to shed another tear at the airport because I've done this so many times before and I should probably get used to flying over the Continents by myself by now.
It's going to be a quick one week. And I feel like crying already.
Right now, a few nice hugs could do me some help.

::Joan::
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