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But if you want to leave take good care; It's hard to get by just upon a smile

More than a year ago at Holland Village.
When all there was between us were friendships.
Now all that is left are cracks, divisions, hatred, awkwardness and scars.
 
I was snooping around my computer, clearing unwanted photos to free up some memory space. Stumbled upon this set of photos. It was a gathering at Crystal Jade Xiao Long Bao buffet. Walking along Holland Road at 1am to Sixth Avenue (or somewhere near). Oh it was such a good outing. Joy, laughter, freedom. There was no bad history between anybody. Who knew one year later the friendship would become so divided. There are people who won't talk to others. Unspoken resentments. Divided camps. I guess this is what happens when you get to know people, relationships develop and crumble, and when you realize people aren't really who you thought they were. Maybe it's part of growing up. Life can't be a bed of roses. Not everybody's nature is to be kind. Learn to discern.
Rude Awakening.

Seriously contemplating deactivating Facebook and leaving Instagram for awhile. Partly because I feel my life is becoming consumed by social media. I feel my brain rotting. My goals for the remaining two weeks are simply to read more, write more. I won't deny I'm still upset over what happened, and it played a part in me contemplating that. But I've concluded he's a jerk and my social world, reality or virtual, shall not be constrained by him. 

“I’ll be honest with you, I’m a little bit of a loner. It’s been a big part of my maturing process to learn to allow people to support me. I tend to be very self-reliant and private. And I have this history of wanting to work things out on my own and protect people from what’s going on with me.” - Kerry Washington


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