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Today was my first day as an Interior Design student at SP. It was awesome. The first lesson was fun and innovative. The lecturers were the strong hardy ones like before. It was great to be able to see, meet, chat and hang out with my S.D and GYLC clique after having not seen them for so long. I really missed them loads.

Anyways, I'm still reeling from the aftershocks of what Jun told me yesterday. Yes, admittedly, I was feeling confused and hurt by what she told me yesterday and I feel that I'm the one to blame for what happened to her yesterday. Something which I will not state on my blog and which only those closest to me knows cuz it's far too personal. Although she told me outright that I'm not to be blamed at all and that I never did anything wrong, I still feel guilty. I still feel hurt. I still feel confused.

I put on a facade while I was at school. I was genuinely happy to see my close friends in school again after such a long time cuz of the fact that I missed them so much. But for the rest of the times, when I was loud and outgoing and just joked around and stuff, I simply put on a strong front and tried to be myself and pretended to be happy just to shelve away my feelings of sadness. I didn't want it to show through my words, expressions and actions.

Yes. Both my brothers and Zakk told me that what I found out yesterday wasn't worth my tears and that, I still had them and many other close friends out there, who are more than willing to accept me for who I am. Yes. I know that. But still, the undeniable fact is there.

It sucks. I thought that those days were long gone and over and done with but apparently, they've returned with a vengeance. I hate being put through all this.

7:47 PM