Wow. I reread a couple of my previous entries, and my first impulse was trying to recall what I was smoking to write such insane rubbish. Besides an obscenely excessive use of commas and the word "but", I think I lack the genetic predisposition to tell myself when to shut up. Then again... No. Just shuuutttttt it.
In any case, I'm leaving Singapore in exactly two weeks. It's been quite nerve-wrecking. I have wanted to leave this place since I was 15. That's been a painfully long 4 years. I regret alot of things, and have hurt the people around me more often than not. But it's about time I grew up. Things are not great the way they are now, and I won't be here to make amends, but I'll do my best wherever I am.
I confess, I miss my friends already. I'm trying to prepare myself for the loneliness that would inevitably descend when I reach Aussie. Being the social chameleon that I am, I guess that is my biggest worry right now. I do realize that at 30,000 a year, that I'm not there to make friends. And it's not the same thing as that half a month trip to the States. Urgh, enough wallowing in your pool of self-pity, Rachel. Worst comes to worst, there's always crying and manic depression to fall back on, right?
