Sometimes it feels really good to be constantly thinking that you are only left with less than 3 weeks before you would be rob.
Mistakes at work are easily forgiven because you are leaving,coming up with excuses to fall sick and cancel them,allowing yourself to secretly sneak out of the country without approval,dawning on clubbing and spending more solid time with different different people.
Just much as i don't see forever,in any single humanity i'm sure it would still hurt the next time i fall.
Not sure how bad it would be this time,but i'm just human.
How happy could things go with no plans,no restraining and no expectations?
What meant would meant.
Happy weekends xx
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