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I'm defnitely not used to isolation and I don't have the need to get used to it, not when I have him since 6 years ago. Isolation is a scary word, at least to me it is. It sounds like the death of someone, except that he's kicking alive, if that even makes any sense. Alive, without a soul, that sounds pretty scary. Like one is thoroughly hollow within, rid of every possible emotion.

Isolating myself isn't my forte, but striving to be independent is. Ever since I have the capability and mentality to smoothen things (mostly academically wise) out, I am used to doing it by myself. All of the few important academic phases which are deemed significant by the majority, I made the decisions alone. From selecting my secondary school to deciding on stepping into JC/Poly to my Diploma course to my degree to settling financial issues. Sure, my parents were there to support my decisions, but there are no offering of advices or solutions, which I don't blame them because not every single parent knows well enough of the education system to guide their children. In a way, I'm thankful for the absence of their objections or interference or whatever you call it because being able to make major decisions for myself since young has taught me a whole lot more about responsibility and independence.

 Sorry love, I'm not rejecting your offer to help me now, I'm more than happy to know that you're not having any second thoughts to help me out in whatever ways that you can, but trust me when I choose to do it on my own. If I fell, I know you'd be there to catch me, because you always do.