I am too tired to even come up with a logic as to why the conversation ended up such. It's when I actually open up, try to at least, things like this happen and I find myself asking why I even bothered in the first place. I've never been like this in a while. I'm going to write my final 2 papers, fly and not think about home for a while. Maybe we're the kind of people who are good at loving from a distance coz the minute we're under the same roof we end up hurting each other with our tongue. How much longer am I supposed to keep up with the strong front? After these 22 years, haven't you realised that's my mechanism. Can't you just see through me? Even once will give me some comfort. Why did you even bother making me feel better about commencement coz it's hurting all over again.