flosvitae:

One Afternoon Years Later by Bharat Sikka

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my literature teacher invited us to his house to celebrate our graduation (it’s kind of a tradition) but nobody whom I get on with well went, so I didn’t either. I’m not really big fan of my class, and if I don’t have anybody there whom I like I feel uncomfortable since I can’t really talk to them or want to take part in their actions.
I think I’m already regretting it. I like my teacher, but didn’t go because of that, so I’m a real idiot. don’t you think?
whatever-whatever.
I’ll watch Hannibal then, it’s a better way to spend a friday night anyway.
first english exam practise went well, though.

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the sound of the wind blowing through the bustling trees forever calms me

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Why are we always waiting for something? Waiting for exams to be over, waiting for summer, waiting for Friday and when what you’re waiting for finally comes, we don’t even appreciate what we have been waiting for. Instead, we just wait for something else.

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