On the 13th day, my baby was still very ill. Poor soul. A part of me hoped to be able to take some of his pain and discomfort away. When my beau gets ill he really falls hard. But I also noticed that he tends to fall ill just before travelling, so perhaps it is a psychological / stress kinda thing.
On another note, there is this lady B who I feel somehow uncomfortable around. I sense that she is jealous from me and copies my every move. She is so excited about un voyage together which I honestly do not wish to do. My beau told me to only travel with people I trust. The thing is, I do not mind travelling complete strangers but this woman I feel very restless towards. She does copy me and try to be me in many ways yet I remain one step ahead in everything. I simply do not understand her enough to warm up to her. Oh, well!
I better be getting my beauty sleep this week since my graduation ceremony is this Wednesday inshAllah.
So on my 13th day, happiness came to me in the form of being chosen amongst my peers to present, something I have experience in and do well enough, mashAllah. So happiness does not have to be an ecstatic feeling, it can be a mild sensation of extreme comfort in one's surrounding. Or is it? Only time will tell and I am nowhere near half this journey.
Sedeso
PS: What's with this wave of doubts and untrustworthiness? First Sabah, then my beau and now B? What is wrong with my senses?
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