"Often we are reminded how cruel life can be.", a friend once told me. I guess it's true. We have never been in a black and white world. Everything's always sunny, and gets cloudy eventually. Have you ever felt like you were living in a sunny world for a while, then in the end, everyone shows their true colours and its all stormy and cloudy?

If I leave, I will leave so many things. I will leave the people I love behind. Sometimes I think, what should I do to lessen the impact of my departure?

This is also the time where I realise, oh, they don't. People talk about you behind your back. They talk about the people you love behind your back. And when you realise that, it hurts. It really really hurts. Especially since they're the people you're supposed to trust.

I have to keep telling myself. They don't care about you, they don't care about you. They. Do. Not. Care.

But what will happen to the other people I love? They will be stuck with these people too. The thought makes me scared. I won't be there for them all the time. Endless thoughts wander in my head but I guess we just need to pass through the hurdles of this cruel world.

These too, shall pass.