The worst thing a friend could possibly do is to say 'goodbye'.

It hurt so much when you wonderful girls said goodbye. I felt my heart wring for once.

How am I to adapt to the pain of separation? It happens all the time. Sec 2. Sec 4 now. I'm so used to seeing all 39 of you in class. And now,... Even if we do meet each other regularly for a meal or something, the feeling will never be the same.

The joy of being able to see you girls every day can never be replaced. Never.

This has to be worse than break ups b/w girls and guys. Seriously, I know we should all move on.

Memories are what I have now. All of you were and will remain a piece of jigsaw in me. Physically, you all can't be there. But at the back of mind, you'll see me clinging on so tightly to those pieces of jigsaw. Memories can't be erased. But they do become forgotten.

Will I forget 4/1?

Maybe. But for now, 4/1 'o7, once a part of my life, will continue being a part of me. A part. Not apart. Never.

You people entered my heart, left footsteps in the wet cement. Now, the cement has hardened to form a foot path, and all your steps are permanent. Ugh. Must you really do this to me?...

Come to think of it, everything does come with a price tag.

You want friends, you have them. Pay for the hurt when you separate.

I'd rather have best friends and pay.

Now. This very moment. That sense of loneliness I used to experience is back. It's not neglect or anything negative. It's purely returning to the past. Where I used to be. Where I should have not moved from. Where everything in my life was duller. It should be considered normal for me.

Today didn't go very bad. Neither did it go well.

It's black.