One word. Weary.

Increasingly I find myself compartmentalising my life. Sec Sch people, JC people, Girlfriends Group A, B, C, ..., Colleagues from Fuhua, Students, Friends/colleagues from Club 21, Gay friends/colleagues, and the list continues.

Still brutally frank.
But not as lethal as before.

Reserved. More so than before.

I find myself looking at the people who are closest to me. And I wonder, "Do they know me? Or do they just think they do?"

I had changed so much.

Detached.
Facade.
Apathy.

Weary.


O weary existence.