This should be my last session at BOP.
No tears, no laughter but just an urge to end off the awkward moment.
There wasn't anything more I could do to help.
Nobody is irreplaceable in this world, as much as we wish to.

Even the last link with the past, has to end off.

I sometimes wonder why I don't or feel like crying even though logically I should be feeling horrible. Should I be happy that I am handling it so well or has lost been such a norm that I am no longer capable of being any unhappier to accept the cruel reality?

那些年，我们一起追的...青春 梦想 未来? 那都是值得回忆的过去 :)