With time.

If you've read my previous post, you'd know that I visited Aberystwyth two weeks ago. Yeah, I'd been there before. But this time, it was not just another trip for me. This time, it was different.

Memories came flooding back to mind as the bus lulled along the country roads, heading to its final destination for this particular journey. I tried to block them out but it seemed as though they just came shooting at me, one after the other.

Every step I took from then on up until the moment I left reminded me of everything that happened over the last semester. It reminded me of things I was trying so very hard to forget. This place holds many secrets. It knows too much. Many bad things happened here last year. Almost wiping out all the good ones. In fact, thinking of the good ones actually links back to the negative feelings that override them.

Nonetheless, my friends made the trip worthwhile. I will need more strength before I step foot in that place again but I will. I did not realise it was going to be this hard. I overestimated my emotional strength. The chain of events the past few months starting March have severely weakened me.

What I have written here is just the trip of the iceberg. I'll need time to regroup. But I will heal. With time.

I hope..