at the final moment of a broken smoke from a burning cigarette i come to realize that all my stress here is because of the place... the hostel.. the people..
the place is dirty.. my room is messy from my seniors accumulation of 4 years of stuff and my stuff which i dont have anywhere to put due to lack of space and tolerance from my room mate.
people just dont care who u are. frens is always number 3,4,5...
its just me.. here.. alone.. hurt and push deep down till i cant see my self again..
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