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Ooooowkay.

This year is ending soon.It had an affect on me. I've changed and grown.
Time for a pledge...New years always surprise me. So there is no point in forecasting. Still. I've got a feeling. I will manage things more maturely than I did this year. I will try at least to avoid the things that I know pain me.

It is not easy, forgetting him since he is in our friend circle. But this semester I took courses that may collide his schedule, resulting a lot few encounters than this last one. I hope- Keyword-HOPE(can't promise anything yet)-that I will have to see less of him. That would be healthy for me. Feelings will fade. In Sha Allah. 

My CGPA has lessened over the year. I cannot afford another year of this. I have no option left than studying...You know. I make mistakes over and over. No matter how many times, I see myself, drowning like this, I never learn to get up. I don't put myself in action. Next year,I have to have a fit mind for it. I have to stay fit. Never waste time on stupid things.

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