Finally finished updating the sixteen days that I was away for the trip. A part of me wants my friends to know what it was like for me to be out at sea, but a bigger part of me feels that reading the entries once more is like rubbing salt into the wound. It's been about four days since I signed off, but the pain is still there, the sense of loss is still as great as ever, and I miss them infinitely more. Damn, I sound like some fucking drama queen and I don't like that, but it is true. I don't like missing someone/ something, because in my opinion the reason you miss something is because you need it constantly in your life. By missing my life on Pallada, it shows that I grew too attached to it too soon, and it is not a very pleasant thing for me because I am not the type of person who gets attached. Not to my family, not to anyone or anything else. Damn, I have to get over this fast before I get even more fucked up...

Time: 2200
Date: 01/04/2010