It were the happiest 24 hours in the longest time I can remember. Family made me happy. And this college’s erratic bull shit worked in my favour for the first time ever. Or so it seems for now.
I can’t believe a superbly filmy part of my life. I can’t believe that I see it and feel as powerless about it as I do. Or maybe it’s some sort of a subconscious-related masochistic pleasure.
There is somebody behind perspective. I am guessing it’s god.
Whoever comes to my room, does not go without appreciating my wall. Makes me super happy!
I’ll come back to loving you another day. I am meeting my mom today.