i think that i'm throwing, but i'm thrown

So, there you go, bandages have been ripped off. One went well, and will stay well (hopefully).

The other...

Well, it's about me resigning. Mini boss took it well (he's a zen kind of person), than I imagined. But I think--and this will sound very egotistical of me--I THINK, he was this close to crying. His eyes were glassy and all. Hahah.

I shouldn't laugh, though. Because lately, I've been living in a near-tears state. I don't know if it's because my works keep piling up, and I loathe them. Or my 5-or-so months crying-celibacy has finally ran out its route. Or maybe because no matter what, it's still kinda hard to part with this place.

And of course. Now that I've said, this is it, I'm really quitting, the good things are coming back to the surface. Just two days ago, mini boss, S (big-bully-like artistic guy/occasional big brother figure), and I went to get late night ice cream. And as always, they were acting embarassingly stupid on our way there and back. That was kind of fun. It's been a while since we did that. And after few incomplete meetings, yesterday, all of us were there. That was also fun...

I'm still leaving. But somehow it feels as hard as staying.

Unexpectedly, my inside was really squeezed last night. When I saw S doing layouts and putting this ad: PLUS* Wanted, Jadi Reporter Yuk! I know, I know I shouldn't complain. I was the one who ask mini boss to go look for my sub. But it just felt so... final.

Well, I'm still leaving. And if I change my mind, I know I'll regret it. So, bye-bye.

Darn, this one bandage is ripping itself off oh-so-slowly.