*Currently playing: Map of the problematique, Muse*
I just realized that it has been 10 years.
Getting over something is somehow very hard.
"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.