The school year has ended. It would be nice to look back and review the events of this year, but given that my life doesn't just evolve around my school life, it would be quite futile to actually do so right now. The remaining two months of this year would, as I do hope, give the conclusion to this chapter of my life.

But I'm going to stop this crap right now because I'm so not typing like me.

I love spending time in coffee shops. Talking to the best people almost about anything.
I love talking about anything. Talking about anything makes me think and ponder.
I love to think and ponder. Thinking and pondering make me feel.
I love to feel. It makes me real. It makes me different from soulless material beings.
I love being able to feel happiness, sadness, anger, satisfaction. One after another.

I love.