I'm a slow motion accident.

I was reading some old advice column earlier and there was this woman who poured about how incomplete she feels sometimes. How nothing is ever enough. Despite having people telling her how pretty she was and how successful she was, she still feels empty which had resulted to her hurting herself.
Then the one giving the advice answered her with something that goes along the line; you should seek professional help..

I just had to laugh. Poor lady, there she was pouring her heart out and the response she got was a referral.
mm.. No more comment. I'm not in a very stable mood to have a sound comment anyway.

My training should end in less than 5 weeks. Is it logical to fear the end when the ending only means a new beginning? I thrive at new beginnings but I'm starting to get the shivers. Sallina was telling me how we are too attached to each other, which is exactly the fact. We're stuck to each other from 8:30 'til 5:30 every weekday but even then we still don't get sick of each other that we had to have drinks 'til 8+ and even meet up during the weekends!
mmph.. I have no idea how's it going to be when the time comes where I won't be spending my days with those clowns anymore.

Perhaps I should be focusing on the safety exams I'm taking in the coming week, but I can't seem to wrap my mind around it. All I need right now is a great big hug. I honestly had not expected that I'd care as much about my batch mates. hahaha! Typical, of course.