I've been going through some really tough times but I guess sometimes, you need to hit rock-bottom before you can pick yourself up...In my case, I hit rock-bottom hard; I think what I've been through is a personal hell that I'd have to live with for the rest of my life but the aftermath has made me realise that sometimes, even if it kills you, you need to walk away.

I wish things had ended on a more pleasant note or even that, it didn't have to end. The way I feel doesn't change but there comes a time when it's just better to not do anything. You have proven to me that evil exists in many forms. I was too good to you and you took advantage of the fact and given the chance, you hurt me badly enough to breach my high level of tolerance.

I'd be heading home soon; it'd be a good time to just take time out and recuperate both physically, mentally and emotionally.

But all is not lost, in my darkest hour, I realised that there are people who do care about me: I will always be greatful to the friends who helped to "fix" me when I was beyond broken.

A BIG HUG to Yvie who is always there to bolster me and listen to me when I need to talk and just even for the normalcy she puts in my life with our little "tea and balcony" breaks.

My heartfelt gratitude to Roxanna who I only met last semester but has taken me under her wing and made me feel very much like a spoilt little sister by the way she always looks out for me and takes care of me.

And last but not least, to my "brother" Eric who gave me the most awesome night out just when I really needed a way to climb back up. Eventhough we don't see each other as much as we used to because you're so busy now, I appreciate that you're there for me when I really need you. I love you, man...When I'm away from my family and I need someone to lean on, I know that you're my family here. *HUGS*