you know that I could use somebody
And... we graduated.

I guess when everyone had began to feel the absolution of the end of our life in CJC, some feeling sad(?) about leaving, I was a little numb to it. Bored even.

Its a little hard to explain how I'm feeling about it now, but its like a recollection of my two years in CJC. Not happiness, not sadness, nor any other absolute emotion. I remember the high expectations I had for that place, but being plunged into it - I had initially lost myself to the voices louder than my own.

I had broken and lost, but later found. And for finding I am grateful. For friends, I am grateful.

And even if many people don't realize, the truth is that I am rebuilding my life, bit by bit. I'm reconstructing myself, moulding and reforming like clay, and what I used to be is slowly disappearing, as people who had known what I was slowly disappear into their own lives. I am proud, yes.

What spurred these thoughts were this piece of yellow paper from last year, a letter written to myself. And though it didn't seem to say much, it spoke loudly to me. I spoke of transformation, of moving on. But it also spoke of strangeness, of alienation from who I was, and of that I am torn between disgust in myself or pride. Being a stranger to myself is a terrifying thing, and while I had struggled to become this thing I am today, the pros and cons of this situation and teetering on a point.

I'll miss some things. I await others.

I know this post is probably confusing some, but for an occasional piece of personal self, I thought this may be ambiguous enough ;) Like a code I know you can understand. And you is... well... whoever I want you to be.

Lets just say that, when you hit rock bottom, the hardest thing to do is to get back up. But if you never give up, I swear to you, you'll get there.