It's very special. This life. I always thank god for keeping me alive. Strange. But really true. I love people. And I feel lucky that I have special people as my friends. I have a 16 year old room mate from Beijing, and she's uber crazy. We get along like a roof on fire. But she's leaving, she hates the hygiene in the toilets. The only good thing in my life after Leah. :(
Anyway, people we love move on. That's a fact of life. I've faced it so many times. That now it's easier to let go. To move on as they say.
I did awful in the Accounting test. I did fail. Ouch.
And PMOR, only C. I mean I am an A student.
Ok.
Was an A student.
But really, I don't like my class anymore. I just think it's about situational friendships. And it's a good word to use. Strangely, I get along with a sweet absolute obnoxious girl in my class and she's crazy fun.
Gosh, I do get along with crazy people coz im crazy.
Anyway, it's like im in a parallel universe to someone else's, but just the other side is not just greener, it's more real and tragic.
