Every time I hear or read of anything related to Australia and Vancouver, I just can’t feel the same joy that I once did. I actually feel sick to my stomach instead. Too much hurt associated to places that used to fascinate me. How cruel, right? 85% of my days, I am OK, sometimes good even. But the other 15% of the time, I am struggling through the ocean of memories, and my whole system takes a really bad beating.
But at least I am getting better, right? I don’t cry anymore, even though there are moments when the mood does strike. I just have to remind myself that I am the only one who really matters.
Mmm, 7 months from now, I’ll know for sure.
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