Most people probably don't know this but I hate change. I can't deal with it.
Not the kind of change that is inevitable, like life moving on.
I mean avoidable change. Like a glass shattering, or losing something materialistic.

Hence why I am in absolute turmoil about losing my psych book. That book, that book has all my work for it. The work that proves I have done something. That book that equates to long nights perfecting my favourite subject. The same book, that if not found, will make me feel like all my hard work is being undone. :(

Although it means next to nothing to everyone else, that book was my personal pride, and now it's gone.

au revoir. xo