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why this love always feel like a battlefield;
Wednesday, July 8, 2009 Today's ExCO Meeting was somewhat liberating. It actually felt good to talk to all the ExCO once again, after almost one whole term. I doubt I've laughed so much since two weeks ago, and it was...well...just nice to see them again (which is quite absurd actually since I'll see them in school anyway). Anyway, today was just...draining. I don't know, it just feels as if something was brutally removed from me and tossed aside in favour of fatigue and, well...emptiness. Which essentially means as I type this out, I don't really feel anything. I'm just tired and emotionless at this point in time. Some tingling feeling inside me though, cries out in sadness. Which is kind of weird seeing that there's nothing to be sad about. Or maybe there is. Honestly speaking, I don't know what to think anymore. My faith in all of you was challenged today, and some of them told me they honestly don't think that our bond is real. I would have rebutted instantly in defence of all of you (and maybe for myself as well), but the scary thing is that it all makes sense. Saying that we miss each other like hell almost every single post, and wanting to meet up almost immediately after disbanding from any outing, it really seems...artificial, this bond we share. I hate to think that it's real. Someone help me think. What would you do, if you were here? Someone...help >.< |