Time heals... Not really

It's been 3 years since it all happened. Since she went away. I always told msyelf that it's a long trip she went on. So, I wouldn't feel so awful. I miss her. A part from a few friends, she was one those who actually understood. I never really told anyone how it happened and I doubt I will, because I might just die telling it. Uni life is just getting harder and harder. I think it's might just be course. There's a part of me that still wants to be a travel writer. But mostly, I just wanna be a doctor. The whole thing is honestly, messed up. I love my friends but within a month, one betrayed me. Rather than being a total bitch, I think I handled it maturely. I shall shut up now. I'm crapping now.