In truth, I am angry.
In truth, I am sad.
In truth, I don't care anymore.
In truth, I am content.

There are 70 something days of summer, and our goodbyes were to subtle. Sigh. I don't feel like talking to them anymore. To you anymore. We'll see when this 70 something days are over. Until then, I really don't want to see much of anyone anymore, besides those who I know really are my friends.

Tata for now.

P.s. Happy belated birthday:
Jeff Nebril,
Kim Le,
Saraellamaecheriseelleosaphelia Wong.
Jeremy Zapanta.
Kiren Sidhu.
Leslie Tran.
Stella Chong.
& to everyone else who I have forgotten in the past month.