I remember less than 5 months ago I was so worried about not being able to continue my studies. I remember being sad about had my friends and I were about to go our separate ways. Now September's around the corner and I've never been so in love. With a person, with the people around me, with how the way my life turned out.
I wake up each morning and for once in my life I dont sigh. For once I actually love going to class. I love my classmates. I feel loved, appreciated and smart tbh. True there are days my lecturers are being a pain in the ass and a few of my classmates turns out to be a cunt but I could live with that.
And there's my friends. Being a new kid will never be easy (even though I was only late for two weeks) and Im glad I had these lovelies to make it less lonely throughout the semester. To every lunch we had together. To every drinks we shared together. To every car ride we had together. Here's to more of it in the future.
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To my lovely classmates, every arguments we had together, every teamwork we did to get the lecturer to do something we want, I felt content for the first time ever. They made me feel like being together isnt such a bad thing after all.
To the boys, thank you for the mcd trips and giving me the opportunity to work with you guys. Thank you for showing me how good it feels like to be surrounded by both genders after being in an all girls school for 11 years.
It makes me sad to think about again me and my friends we'll be separated for semester 2. Lets just pray some of us stays together.
And to the person I fell in love with, thank you for being the first to know certain things about me. Thank you for the alone time we had together just because you didnt want me to be alone. Thank you for sharing things with me you dont share with anyone else. Here's to more encounters and hopefully more adventures next semester.
I cant lie, it hurts so much. I forgot how painful it feels to fall for someone you could only dream of being with.
To see you love someone else right infront of me is the type of pain I wish not to get familiar with.
