So I passed second year. Without removals.

I can hardly believe it.

I still have a hard time believing it today.

I thanked God last night for everything.

And I  promised myself I’d really study in third year.

*crosses fingers*

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You’re gone.

For sure.

And oddly enough, I feel just fine about it. Leaving without a backwards glance, I can see your back as you turn away from me. And I now turn away from you in a most similar manner.

Goodbye.

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If I wait, if I wait, I shall wait.

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I will never do that again: listening to my head instead of my heart. It brought me to logical nowheres.