I wrote you a letter you'll never be able to read.

No. Never.
 

Twenty-Eleven (2011)

When 2011 started, I never thought it’ll be this disturbing for me. So much has happened in 2011 that it gives me massive happiness just to realize that the year is about to end. 

Life took some major turns in this year. The trip this year to Islamabad changed me for good, taught me lessons I won’t forget my entire life. I can’t thank some people enough for it.

Just when I thought life was playing its jokes so hard on me, I decided to take some control of my life. I got myself admitted in this university and started my MBA there, one thing I always wanted to do, until, off course it started.

It’s been what, 4 months, since university started. And I feel I’ve lost whatever was left of my life, which I kind of like, I like keeping myself too busy to talk to anyone. I don’t feel like talking to people anymore, except a few, off course.

I’m happy that the years ending, I can’t wait for this semester to end. I don’t have anything to look forward to in the 2012, but whatever.

I’ve met amazing people, lost people I didn’t wanted to lose, trying to forget people who’ve forgotten me. And I’m okay with it. That’s how universe works, you keep some, you lose some.

2012, roll on already!

H.