it began snowing 2 days ago and today when i finished my paper, i walked out and saw glass petals float across the sky in a remarkably surreal and beautiful manner; it's my last paper for the next 9 months and i hope i can pass with honours, because if anything it would probably be because of abysmal mid term results for wine and bar, which was a damned group assignment which i got jacked by a groupmate for. i've recounted this story many times, but i swear if i don't get it, i will very possibly strangle her.

i went to my room in a daze, because that is what 6 papers in 3 days will do to you and slept peacefully for two hours.

i woke up and i saw scatterings of people packing their bags and leaving, some of whom i will never see again.
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these days i feel like a nomad, packing and moving, packing and moving; you settle for 5 months, you leave for holidays in between, and then you move elsewhere for another 5 months before you return home for 2 months; how much of home will remain the same to you, how much of home will remain important to you? things always change and with the momentum of the world coaslescing around you, i have no idea how long i can remain a constant for; who will remain a constant for me?

questions and answers that will never be resolved.