This is also the beginning. A conclusion demarcates the start of something new, a reason to believe that an end can only signify change, but change does not equate progress, and progress can be both forwards or slipping into the backwaters, longing for redemption. I find myself overwhelmed by the mixed emotions these past few weeks and I have been swept away by the array of euphoria that bursts forth from within my prison of unhappiness. What deceit it has wrought on me that I have neglected all my other aspects in life. The glorious ambitions I had embarked on before the final test had all been abandoned, the ambition to advance my leadership standards have all vanished, like that vapour in the wind that was blown away before it could take root on a single branch. I feel that this is yet another beginning, that could possibly lean towards any side. I must take action quickly, but the feeling is like a drug, bent on attaching itself to me.

I am trapped in the middle. In a tug-of-war with well-sought jubilation and terribly unnerving guilt.

And why must my past always haunt me. Will she ever evade the presence of my life?

I said I will forget her... I did try, but...