Time flies when you are busy doing something interesting in your life, and suddenly it seems to me that I am slacking a lot (and I don't wanna comment on the extent) in my studies, but I am not caring as much as I would prefer myself to be.
It's almost possessive, this feeling, this exhilaration, these thoughts. It's not something big, but at least it's my first baby.
There are fears, lots of them, as the big day approaches. And lots of misses that I don't want to think about. But I do hope everything works out well.
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