It feels like it will only be a breath away. Eight weeks of classes and then I'm free, properly this time. Stress-free life is just a gasp away, a touch away, It's beginning to feel like a real, tangible idea, rather than an abstract concept.
How can two weeks feel so different in length? One, full of clamour and bustle, sees the weekend fade into nostalgia, a distant memory romanticised by age. The other, seemingly wasted on crap television and giggles shared with friends, feels like it could've been yesterday. (It was five days ago, actually.) Nothing was really achieved, but you regained hope in yourself, which is just as valuable in the scheme of your life.
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