the tension of opposites
come home from the city after class and i fall right to my bed. weekly traveling of this kind almost kill me, and my weekend starts only when everyone else's is over.
studying again after this 2 months gap feels, fresh. maybe it's the class, maybe it's the lecturer, or maybe it's just, me. something changed, i knew it when it happened. there's no point holding on to the past. damages made can't be undone. let's move on and start filling up the new pages, shall we?
studying again after this 2 months gap feels, fresh. maybe it's the class, maybe it's the lecturer, or maybe it's just, me. something changed, i knew it when it happened. there's no point holding on to the past. damages made can't be undone. let's move on and start filling up the new pages, shall we?
complicated stuff, yet it's just, life.
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