School and love

School had been a complete disaster, a huge combination of drought and flood. & it's all because of my lecturer Rachna. She speaks with a heavy indian accent and she has got something against me. & for some reason, I think Rachna and Rahima Rahim are the same. I hate the both of them. In anyway, this subject is going to end soon and that means I won't get to see Rachna anymore, maybe until the next next block or something. Right, in case it's confusing you, my dumb school practices a thing call "Block teaching". No, it does not have anything to do with cubes, squares or anything silly. A block, means a month. & my school believes that by concentrating only on a subject in a month, will greatly benefit us. This is crazy. That means Rachna is my this "Block's" subject teacher and this month is ending soon. Hence, I'd probably won't get to see her for a very long time. I have got so much things to do and I rushing them like a mad. & when I thought I was dying from excess school projects, love found me...

I know I had been contradicting myself in the past few entries. I would be happy and then sad. But this time is a big YES YES. I know this is so fucking true and I am so happy. I neglected the ones who bothered about me and I focused on the ones that ignored my presence. I was so dumb before. Everything happened so fast, but I am loving every bit of this.

I know you are reading this and I really want to let you know how much you mean to me alright? It is a pity we have to keep it low, but it doesn't matter anymore. & I can't believe the same dream we have is really going to come true. Believe me, were it within what I can do, I'd fill each passing hour. Girl, I love you, a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot ... ...