I am a bad Cancer.

 I revisits my memories of his. They play in my mind, almost vividly. And feelings too. Sometimes I find myself smiling. while sometimes painful memories just makes me want to cry, over and over again.

In 8 days, I’m gonna turn 20 and I don’t feel like celebrating it. I keep it from all my team mates (now I’m still in Ghana doing intern and I can’t believe I’m having my 20th birthday in Africa).

It’s depressing. I’m depressing.    


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