As soon as the plane landed, I broke down.

I wasn’t ready to be THIS independent, I wasn’t ready to start everything afresh.

I cried endlessly for the whole of 3 months. I cried every single day, when I was on the phone with my girlfriends, when I was begging on the phone with my dad to allow me to go back to Korea, when I was bathing, when I was eating, when I was sleeping. I cried myself to sleep every single night, and the sides of my pillow were damp every morning.

I guess I cried in my sleep too.

This was when I began to hate attachments.

I don’t want to feel attached to anyone, anymore. To me, feeling attached hurts. Having these feelings of attachment hurt terribly. I would sometimes clench my chest to stop the pain. But it was too unbearable.

I hated how I feel, I hated how I’m attached to everything back in Korea.

I hated myself.

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