Shreds.

Mey left Melbourne today. And is on a 14hour bus ride to Sydney now wtf.
Another one gone.



Her little farewell get-together last night:



Me with Michelle's bloody spoon jabbing into my face, Michelle and her lethal weapon wtf, Mey, and Bernard.




I need to stop taking pictures with half of my head cut off.




Me on Victoria's lap, Michelle, Mey.




I am wearing shorts underneath ok!
This is the outcome of not trying on clothes before buying-- I seriously thought it was a dress! I have learnt my lesson already... T__T




Michelle being seductive with the spoon, and Mey obviously not amused, haha.




With Victoria's sister, Debra!
She is 17, and she called me OLD! T________________________T




This is me doing a pole dance. -_____-




And Mey trying to stuff a 10 dollar bill into my top, and me scoffing at it. My middle name is backbone. But if it was a 50 dollar note, I would have taken it WTF.




Because there aren't enough pictures of Victoria.

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Next week, it'd be my turn. My farewell.


Every time I think of leaving, a pang of nausea would hit me, because the idea of leaving Melbourne, it's so foreign. I'd picture myself on the day of my departure, like a stubborn kid, all sprawled on the ground, hitting my fists on the ground and bawling my eyes out in refusal to leave.

But as the days go by, I am finding a sense of peacefulness within myself, when I entertain the idea of leaving. I think it's partly acceptance of the fact that I am just not staying in Melbourne; it's not the time yet.

Partly, because my parent's visit has brought on waves of homesickness.

And partly, 'cause at this moment, home just feels right.