A biography?

Fresh

After studying days ended, internship started not long after.
I spent a good sum of time back at hometown with my homies that were scattered all over the world. Art school friend was there too!
It was a great time to be back and also the last time until another 6 months passed.

I was not really looking forward to internship. I had heard bunch of horrible stories on how internship went for certain students. It wasn't like I was scared of it either. The best word to say it was that I dont really feel anything specific.

The first few days finally started, I was still trying to get myself together with the work load and how colleagues there take their relationship in work place as far as the work space. It was not as easy as my illegal part time job during study periods before.
It was hell for few weeks but, I found my centre not long after.
I spoke a lot to the one dude who was also an intern. He was in his 30s and married with a son. All he ever told me was how bad this place was and how much they didn't respect him as a chef.
I chose to not take his words seriously, maybe it was on him but, who was I to tell him that?
Soon, I spoke and went to breaks a lot with my senior from pastry. She is a true wild spirit, zero fear in everything, also married and is blessed with 3 children. She amazed me time to time. Her socializing skill is nothing to be doubt of. She legitimately knows the entire hotel building's worker. She never had any bad blood with any worker, or even when she did, she would confront and clear them in no time.
She was a role model.
Scary but, she is true to herself.
She does what she likes, lives a good and stable life. Furthermore, she is a carefree soul that sheldom drags her problem. She would stay happy and she would fight for it.

Internship was not as stressful as I thought soon after I got a hang of it. That was somewhere in between the second month to third.
In the beginning of internship, I would always sit on the side roads after work to take a quick short break for it was too much to take that time. The guy who was one of the people I trust most happened to be interning in a restaurant not so far from mine, City Hall. After several times of him coming and listening to my venting, I ran out of stories. There were also days where I was too tired to talk, like the National Day event. His place would close on public holidays as it was some high-class Michelin starred restaurant. It was still not a solid reason to come and check on me every night. I was not entertained. Instead, I should be the one who did all the talking until one night I just can't take it anymore.
He had always been nice and I got that he cherishes his friends a lot but, that was too much for me. I was being childish for not telling him what's wrong either or more like I couldn't. It was going to be beyond weird and painful for him if I had said, "your presence is starting to annoy me can you stop this for a moment?"
I didn't want more trouble so, all I did was to ice him out.
He didn't give up and tried to apologize days after that but, I couldn't look at him  the same way anymore.
I was just scared as there were days where I would run to the bus stop without even taking that break. I wouldn't be as scared if he hadn't chased me all the way to the bus stop and rode the bus to my house while saying nothing at all. Just staring at me throughout the ride. I remember clearly I was panicking and telling my friend about how I failed shaking him off. It was disastrous.

And so it went on, I made a new friend to lose the previous friend