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Another night of self pity.
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Friday, August 24, 2007, 9:48 PM
Can't bring myself to open up. Saying random things or comments to some random strangers. Seems impossible. So far, I didn't initiate any talk to anyone. Guess I am lucky, lucky enough to have people talking to me.If it wasn't for Jasmine, my uni life here will be deafness. Those orientation days. If jasmine didn't continue to talk to don and others, we will all be soul less beings, walking aimlessly in campus. Truth, I don't know how to make friends. I don't even remember the last time I start a conversation with a stranger. I never have any issues making them in the past. My friends are the one who introduced their friends to me. I don't deliberately walk up to them and say hi. Is just not me. Being here, starting your own circle of friend is the hardest. Is hard to find people who are of the same frequency as you. Is harder than getting familiar with the roads in Aussie or washing your own clothes. That's how hard. How I miss my friends back home?! How I wish I have someone who can drink with me? How I wish I have people to sing k with me? How I wish I have anyone to chill with me, till its dark? How I wish?! |
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