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Trump won. Everybody's pissed off about it. Well not the Americans, who voted him.
I care less about America. We have big enough problems in my country, so Trump winning this election doesn't bother me much.

Dr. Strange. My plan tomorrow. Not so excited about it tho. These days, I feel like curling up in my couch and watch movies or just study just be alone and stay away from gossips. I don't like the people I hang out with anymore. Nobody is stable. Singer guy is kind of mute these days, cares less about everyone, Meanie is mean to me as usual, Turtle dove is nice, but she bitches about people a lot. and I don't think we are much fun when we're together. I don't think we click you know? She could never be my best friend. She doesn't understand me. I understand her but don't act as much. So.

I am shocked at how everything is changing. Right after we came back from Tarc, we were like- "We will take the same courses, stick together as a group." Now look at us. Many of us is faking it, bitching and saying things hurtful  to other making it look sarcastic.
I hate big fat groups.
You don't have any idea how much I miss Ankan and Ann. Our little circle of three. Nobody bitched about nobody. We used to make things interesting by just making fun of our teachers and college rules. Everything was simple and nobody cared about lame jokes and whose friend slept with who.

Sometimes in a middle of a conversation, I want to leave. Think to myself, why I even chose to hang out with them.? They don't deserve my time. Where do I go from here?
In facebook. you can unfriend someone just by a click.
In real life how am I gonna do that?
How can I say to Turtle Dove that I want to do separate courses next semester because it's not working for me. I hate group tasks with Meanie or even classes with Meanie. He is arrogant and conceited and thinks only good of himself. Arguing with him would be like one way because before even he speaks the first sentence- he already thinks to himself he has won the argument. I loathe him so much. So fucking much I cannot express in words.







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