My flatmate's leaving. He's deferring his studies for a year because of financial problems. I feel really really bad, really really sad. Broke my heart when Tom told me he asked if he could stay on in the flat if he's not a student anymore. So it's just Tom, Fun, Eazy and me left. Eazy was just reminding me how fortunate we are. Indeed. Why is it that it always takes bad things like these to make us realise that we have it good? Maybe we're just a bunch of ungrateful brats. I'm not surprised. Hmm... food for thought...