#heycal

[premedagain]

07.13.21. mornings are hard, but studying in fancy libraries makes them slightly more tolerable.

[immabeestudying]

||12.18.20||

Hey! It has been a minute since I last posted, but here is a little bit of what has been keeping me so busy.

Final Exams! (I got my scores back, and all is well.)

Moving back home! (After a great first semester, I moved out of the dorms)

Planning! (Arranging my schedule and extracurriculars for next semester has been tricky)

That being said, happy holidays!! I cannot wait to spend this year back at home without the hassle if traveling like I normally do. The image is my new record player that I got as an early Christmas present.

Currently listening to Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel

[alasern]

Dream

Maybe,

Just maybe... 

He came when I was asleep...

He called when it was too loud;

He smiled when I didn't see

                      But maybe

                      It was just a dream

                      He will never see me

                      He'll see me only as a geek

                      Who can actually be a drama queen

But what if?

What if I've been lying to myself

That actually , all the guesses are right

What if he really did care

What if he wanted to see me

                      Then again

                      What if he thinks I'm a freak?

                      That I'm just a color in the locker

                      Just a girl he thought was invisible

                      Just plain,

                      and lonely,

                      and... scared

But... I CAN  dream

That he will listen

That he will soon come around

That perhaps , life can be as cliche as it sounds

                      But a dream can turn to a nightmare

                      And sometimes, I play truth or dare

                      That sometimes, I wish he'll tell the truth

                      But the truth might hurt me

                      And I'll see nothing

                      But an empty, broken, me...

All I can do is hope

Hope he is right

Hope he would fight

Hope that I won't give up

Hope that I can see

                      But either way

                      Reality must strike

                      Imagination will end

                      Dreams will a awake

                      Sometimes, it might be right

                      Sometimes, you have to put it all down

                      And cry to the beat of your heart...