Coward

*Currently playing: Map of the problematique, Muse*

I just realized that it has been 10 years.
Getting over something is somehow very hard.

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Sms inbox

"Are you free tomorrow? Can you help to drive me to airport?" -Sms from one of good friend here.

She's leaving tomorrow.

Without second thought, I replied

"Sorry I can't"

I can drive you anywhere but not to the airport. Specifically in Kuching.

Call me coward, chicken, turkey...

It's a fear I'm not yet getting over.