Somehow I wished I wasn't back in Singapore. Nah, it's not the food, not the sceneries, it's not anything but simply the space that I could hide into... I know, I'm still the me who would run away and find a hideout when reality sinks in. There are simply too many things to face head-on and I'm not at all ready to handle them. While I excuse myself again and again, I know at the end of the day I will be confronted anyway. Truth be told, I'm scared, and uncertain about myself.
My sanity is hanging by a thread again, and I tell myself to cling on.
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