Bidding goodbye shed tears.
Saddened a person.
Hard to put things down.
Reluctant to go.
Misses part and parcel of memories.
I am not a farewell-person.
Two days ago, had a quarrelled with my Uncle over some issues.
I know i may have hurt him with my harsh words but it hurt 100 times more when it's over and to think about it again.
Saying sorry is not my forte, i forgive by talking again, smile again and laugh again.
I did not said goodbye to my uncle because i know i could not hold my tears and it will make my uncle more unbearable to leave Singapore to Australia.
It seems like a year had gone so quickly.
It always this last few days makes me so emotional, i wonder if my siblings think the same? Perhaps not my bro.
I hates to hurt ones feelings, because aftermath i am hurting myself more than i hurt to the targeted.
I am not sure if this is a part of growing process... I've learn to think more and reflects more than i used to.
Probably in the past I would not be bother so much, but now it bothers me a lot.
I starts to care,
think and worry more than i did in the past.
Saddened a person.
Hard to put things down.
Reluctant to go.
Misses part and parcel of memories.
I am not a farewell-person.
Two days ago, had a quarrelled with my Uncle over some issues.
I know i may have hurt him with my harsh words but it hurt 100 times more when it's over and to think about it again.
Saying sorry is not my forte, i forgive by talking again, smile again and laugh again.
I did not said goodbye to my uncle because i know i could not hold my tears and it will make my uncle more unbearable to leave Singapore to Australia.
It seems like a year had gone so quickly.
It always this last few days makes me so emotional, i wonder if my siblings think the same? Perhaps not my bro.
I hates to hurt ones feelings, because aftermath i am hurting myself more than i hurt to the targeted.
I am not sure if this is a part of growing process... I've learn to think more and reflects more than i used to.
Probably in the past I would not be bother so much, but now it bothers me a lot.
I starts to care,
think and worry more than i did in the past.
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