“Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you.”

It was rather an unpleasant day. We found out how we were being allocated next year. I honestly didn't think I'd be separated from C. I mean there were so many of us. What were the odds of us being split into the 2 categories? All of it. 

The only other person I had was L but he had a completely different schedule and could only join me during classes. I wouldn't be seeing him throughout internship or final year project. And that would take up to half the bloody year. There literally wasn't anyone else that I knew. They all gotten C's sector. How come it was only me.

I think it pathetic I cried. Everyone was bummed out about it. L was separated from D too. But, he'd manage. I, on the other hand; wouldn't last 5 minutes on my own.

This isn't some stupid project that we had to submit by the end of the semester. I wish it was. I really wish it was. But this. It's something else- totally out ugh work and adulthood and strangers and adapting and maturing and being alone and working with people you're not familiar with and I know I can't go through all of it on my own. Not emotionally or mentally. 

Those pricks who bullied and tormented my first year will be there. Tell me how anyone can be put through that. Everyone already knows everyone. It just happens my everyone isn't with me. 

Who knew tears could taste so bittersweet.