The return.

Met up with some classmates to rush the last assignment for the module. Meeting place was NP, my alma mater.

Feeling was a mixture.

Took the direct bus, 154, and alighted at the usual bus stop. Crossed the overhead bridge and walked up the gradient slope leading to the main entrance. All was so familiar.

There were times when I would pass by the institution, but never did alight to take a closer look. Stepping into the grounds of NP, made me realized how much it has changed.

就这样吗?

I'm getting tired and sick of it too.

After all these years, and only to realize that it means only that much. Must it be measured by terms of give and receive? How much is considered enough? I'm baffled.

The words hurled that night really hurt. Not responding does not equate that I approve of what was said, but knowing that responding will end everything immediately.

我好不甘心. 就这样失去一切.