Roll it over your tongue.

Finally, *whew*, things are falling into place.

I scored 86% on my semester exams, convinced my piano teacher that I deserve a much needed break and journeyed to camp where I had some of the best moments ever and I made friends for life, I applied for an Organizer's post for our overly hyped college festival and got it, and I have an amazing internship.

Now for the rants:
1. I did well last semester because the subjects were easy and the Professors even easier. I have my university exams this semester and now everyone expects even more from me.
2. My piano teacher says I'm driving her mad.
My exam is in December and I want to go for the financially cheap national camp in November; chances are lower than negative.
I really want the distinction certificate up on my wall; prove to myself that I am worthy.
3. Initially I couldn't stand the fact that someone else had got the post for Officer in Charge, but eventually realized that I had invested too much in my Malhar career to throw it all away over the way I feel so I applied and got it.

Now my Piano Teacher wants me to prioritize my life with my heavy piano on the top of the list, my boss's boss in College thinks I'm a machine and all I want to do is sleep.

But while it lasts I'm going to roll it over my tongue like Nutella chocolate spread.

Yum.

Bitter chocolate.

Have you waited so long for something that you can't think about anything else? You want it so bad that everything else pales in comparison?

And when you get it, it doesn't feel that great.

Bitter chocolate.

Blow your candles out

20 already. Now what?

I'm a year older, none the wiser.
I'm with a boy madly in love with me.
Trying to recover from what I think is being dumped by your bestfriend.

Is that possible?

He doesn't call.
Doesn't reply to my messages.
Doesn't answer my questions.
We don't talk and reminiscence anymore.
No more 'no-you-disconnect-first' calls.

I got dumped.
For the first time.

By my best friend.

Happy Birthday to Me.

older.

It's my 20th birthday tomorrow.

I'd like to say I was looking forward to it, but I can't bring myself to say it. No presents, no big birthday, no being the center of everyone's attention. Secretly, those are the birthday's I enjoy.
I try to appear calm and completely unfazed but it's killing me! I spent 9 years in boarding school, celebrating birthday's only with the girls or with meager melody sweets, for lack of options.
And now when I have the chance to go all out and have the time of my life, I have absolutely no will to!
I've turned into one of those weird people who I used to speculate about on end trying to figure out why they were so lonely and sad.
I wish I had made the effort to find out then.

Because I don't know what's wrong with me.