Endsem

 It is 1am. I have a lab report due in 23 hours. I have not started it. It is going to take forever. I need 8 hours of sleep to study for an exam on Monday. I am sitting on my bed in the dark and listening to my sexiest playlist on Spotify. Life is good. 

I know I should be more worried or even try harder but I just finished an 8 hour long essay for another course of mine and all I want to do now is just chill and listen to music. For some reason, I just can't seem to take this last ten days too seriously. I'm really enjoying this part of the semester. APL happened. I came second in a slam poetry comp in our uni's cultural fest. We won a gold in women's football in Dehradun. I've started hanging out with so many more interesting people. I'm enjoying my club work. I went to Delhi with someone who knew it in and out and it was so fun. My roommate and I have so much fun together. My best friends and I are chilling. The team just went out for dinner and drinks. Everything's so good. These days I'm enjoying so much that I even put in an effort with how I look ON A TUESDAY. I'm happy. 

When I booked tickets to come home, my best friend and I were just desperate to get back and so we booked an early flight back but now I FULLY regret it. I just wanna stay here for an extra week man. Really going to miss campus and my friends and all my seniors who aren't coming back. I've gotten close to so many seniors that I absolutely adore. My football team girls, my bio lab guys, my club seniors - I don't know I'm just really going to miss them and I wish I could spend more time on campus. It's not even a bitter-sweet feeling anymore. It's just bitter. I have 3 months of Summer at home, I easily could've stayed an extra week here UGH. 

But nevermind, I'll plan better next time:) 

Back to my lab report. Wish me luck, I need it. At this rate, I'm going to not have anything to submit LOL.

xoxo

aishu

27-04-2024 

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