Different people this time, and with less consequential results, but which made me think about things all over again. That really scared me. It felt like how it was when I got the news that time, much milder of course.

I don't like hearing such news, they remind me of what happened to you. :(

Oh I'm also practising how to pout at the moment.

If you haven't already heard me whine about it - I miss boston.

Or rather, I miss my time in boston.

I'm missing the people there, the ones that enveloped me with kindness and readily befriended me with no qualms - we were simply people who crossed path.

I miss the me in boston. Somehow, a new place brought out something which I like, some self confidence, some loveliness in me. In a very twarted way, it makes sense, that you do not expect others to love what you yourself cannot love. If I'm being too philosophical for you, it simply translate that others can only love you when you learn to love yourself first.

And then I left Boston and brought the better me back where I am now.

And then I managed to lose it again. :(

I miss Boston.

There's a new addition to my life.