Somebody call 911...

Everyone has plans in their life. I spent my last days hanging out with other friends because I think it'll be a while before we get to meet up again.

I got to know one of my friend to whom I met under a "bad -first impression" was going to go through an operation to restitch her ligament. For 6 weeks, she's going to be in the hospital undergoing through physiotherapy. And I thought, with my enormous amount of time, I might as well drop by to give her some books to read and keep her company when I'm free.

I'm so happy, I'm going to graduate. This was my wish since the beginning of the year. I always reminded myself this to keep myself intact. I want to get to know people first before I judge them. And be more outspoken with my thoughts. It's okay to get angry sometimes when I felt like it so I do not neglect my needs to express myself.

I don't want to be the quiet lonesome wolf anymore. I might get into the habit of popping by my friend's house when I'm free. After all, they are my close friends and they deserve to know that.