In the middle o my Btech 2 resubmission, I felt so upset o w the world that I could've screamed. For things that should and should not have been in my control.
Control, what is control? Is anything ever in our hands?
At 12.30am, Dear called from home after his company's annual dinner and a conversation between a tipsy and a sleepy ensued.
I am so tired. My life in Limbo.
God, please.
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