Infection.
I heard your voice, I think, the first thought that I thought was, wait you haven't hung up on me as yet. Charming strangeness of it all. Do you know, that this is the end? That after this, I have no right on you. Our four years of each other's company has ended. I haven't studied and neither am I able to. I make myself little sticky notes to give an initial boost to make myself study; fail. I have tried everything. And here I am, my best friend. Talking to you. You see, I have realised, that I gave you that because it felt more of an ending gift more than anything else. I don't think I will know you any longer. Your level of insensitivity combined with my naturally increasing ego ( after its fall) isn't going to make you and me last. So to the best friend who is other than just a laptop or a phone. I will tell you what's devouring me from the inside. Actually I won't. It's because I don't exactly know what it really is. Multiple things coal...