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Well I guess it's inevitable now. I really do have to go back to Jakarta. Sure, it's only for a few weeks, but that hell-hole just brings up too many bad memories. The thing that I'm afraid of the most though, is that if I have a mental break down, which I'm sure will happen within the first week, I'll be completely vulnerable. No Shrink to help me, no bedroom with 9 short boxes worth of comics to hide behind, no iMac, no friends that I can talk to (that already know the full story), no broadband internet, no cable tv, thus no Daily Show or Colbert Report, no swimming pool, no Kendo, and there'll be no Cat. There won't be a lump of Ginger fur waiting for me in my bed, no attention hungry monster to keep me company. Everything (except for a certain someone stranded in Qatar) is here in Melbourne. Jakarta is no longer home for me.
Shit.
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- muhamadoikubaru
- I am taken by Yasmin G. Sofyan, I am bossed around by a 5kg ginger coloured cat called Ginger, I have an extensive comicbook collection, I'm a Gooner 'till I die, I love Kendo; I feel that it is one of the only times that my spirit is fully alive, most days I have trouble getting out of bed and most nights I can barely sleep.