I know I should be dealing with this alot better but seriously, I'm not dealing with it. I just keep avoiding the thought and convincing myself that it'll be fine when I get back to Karachi. But its never going to be fine. I'm uglier than I've ever been and I dont want you to look at me anymore, but if you don't, it hurts. Its like one of those "I'm destined to die by your hands" things and I want you to kill me (metaphorically obviously!) because if you say "Goodbye" today, I'd ask you to be true. The hardest part of this, is leaving you.