wow, the week did pass that fast, never thought I would be able to hold myself back in terms of communicating. I am not making any sense I know, but in this way, I know I'd be able to actually discuss the real reason for my parting— somehow? Cool friends, nice environment, awesome people, all were decent enough for me to at least hold on but the problem is like, me myself and I. Separation is natural, isolating perhaps would be the way. Despite my knowing that I will suffer more keeping everything in, without informing friends, I still choose to do what I was used to every time this damn thing comes up. A bittersweet ending, is not it? A farewell letter, maybe. Am grateful, and will always. Gon end things that suffer me, even for once I let it be it. Contacts will probably, maybe, perhaps, or definitely be gone.