I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I"ll be back again

Sigh. I'm hit with the realization that ... well, that's it. This is the last time I'm going to see my friends (well unless anyone's coming to the airport =D) for the next year. Been going out like crazy since the past week, and had to turn down a few because of lack of time (so much shit to do) or I'm just too damn tired.

Sorry. It somehow feels as if I'm frantically grasping to make up lost time with them. And the event of the departure has made me realize, I'm going to miss some of these people. I'll admit, there are some people here who I definitely will not miss.

I tend to think and care a lot about the people I don't like. And now, that I'm leaving, it feels like, so what? Why the fck should I care about these people? I mean, when I come back next year, I probably won't even meet them any more.

It's the people that I like that matter. All the past feelings and bitterness and all those negative emotions, they all cease to matter when I said goodbye. And what remains are those good memories of laughter and fun, of knowing that somebody out there cares.

Good god, that emotion is tear-inducing. It feels like I'm saying, thank you for the good times and the memories. Thank you for the care and support, though I may be a downright bitch sometimes. And thank you for just being there.

Sigh. I'm already starting to miss my family even though I haven't left. Yikes.