This time of year, a year ago

I couldn't bear to write anything generic for my juniors. I'd say it holds no meaning when I couldn't understand whatever they are thinking of, in their probable celebration or otherwise. I'd say that, because I know how it feels to experience it myself.

Around this time I was sitting in that jazz bar, letting all my emotions running my tears off for once, surrounded by a most supportive group of friends I had - my fellow batch mates. I say most supportive, although probably they were just being at the right place at the right time, but they were there. One of them lending me a kind shoulder and a pillow to cover my face and the others giving me both the privacy and the comfortable silence I needed.

It's not over, they said. "There's more to your life and yourself, don't forget that. It was not even that bad. What you're comfortable of doing does not even correlate much with this. Our opinions of you are unchanged and of those who did change, they probably are those that do not even matter." or something along those lines. 

Still, the blow was huge. Being me, I was devastated to shreds. A day after, I went to watch ICN and broke down even before the show started. There were a few times in which I felt truly lost. It was one of them. Now though, it just added another layer of meaning to this whole redeeming thing.