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5th May, It's been a year.

Yes, it's been a year, 365 days since I was first put on PEP.

I don't think including a hyperlink here is necessary. Most of you would know what happened, as it constituted the majority of posts here.

My day was mostly spent on reading journal articles, two of them actually. Very dense articles. I think I will have to spend a lot of time reading them again tomorrow, before I can put those ideas in my own words and fit them into my thesis.

Also, was on the phone with Jay just now. He was teaching me how to make spaghetti bolognese.

This is unknown to Jay. This space, this event. I texted him this morning that I wanted to tell him more, as he did voice it to me last night that it seemed like he still didn't know enough of me. I asked him to remind me next time he sees me.

It's strange that I am okay to share this with people whom I have never even met. But with Jay, after having talked about so much stuff, I still haven't quite told him about my dark past.

Thank you people. Thank you for your support, your kind words. I am not 'perfect' yet, and I really hope I would never repeat the same mistakes. I will try my best, to treasure what I have now, don't take things for granted, and hopefully to be a better person.

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  1. I think it's always easier to share with strangers rather than the people you know and are close to. Maybe because we're afraid they'll judge us or something I guess. Happens to me all the time.

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