You thought you'd never make any exceptions. You used to imagine yourself in a relationship; how you would be difficult to please, how you would be heartless and silent, how you would jeopardize yourself because you felt, then, you didn't deserve something as abstract and wonderful as amour.

Now is different. Too different. Very different that you are afraid that the earth might shift anytime, and your the skyscrapers in your upbuilding city of life might just crumble down like Famous Amos No Nuts Chocolate Chip cookies.

I'm rambling. Please ignore.

The pressure of upcoming moments of facing test papers is building up and I kept wishing that life here would be as easy as kindergarten was.

I'm rambling. Please ignore.