I’m not too sure how I can sleep tonight, considering the things that have been happening and I’m having my first lesson all by myself tomorrow. I’m feeling pretty anxious and nervous, yet excited all at the same time. The thought of making new friends, yet wondering if I’ll be the only one in class without any friends.
Before I go to bed with a heavy heart, I just wanted to pour out some of my thoughts here. I somehow hate that 12-hour difference, being unable to go to a friend and just talk about my issues and know that they’ll be able to reply instantaneously. I guess it’s an opportunity for me to be more resilient emotionally.
Let’s just say, I’m not angry (who am I to feel angry anyway). What I’m feeling is disappointment.
The thing is it wasn’t that I wasn’t expecting it. Well, but I still tried to trust anyway and I guess a woman’s sixth sense is ultimately pretty damn accurate. I don’t know what I should do or say. I’m more affected (and upset) than I thought I would be. But it’s okay. I wasn’t expecting much anyway. Just don’t make promises that you can’t keep.