What's Next?

Two years ago today, I got a bunch of cards and presents. At lunch, we were having so much fun and laughing so loud that people were staring at us in the cafe.

Last year today, I had people come knock on my door with greetings. The fucking fire alarm wouldn't shut up and I had two three-hour exams to write the next day. And I was in shit again.

This year today, I think I'm going to get kicked out of this house soon.

Wonder what I should expect for next year...?

Or maybe I won't even make it there.

Every year, people ask me what I want.
Every year, my answer is the same.....nothing.

This year.....for once, there was something that I wanted, something that I was looking forward to.

But I know it won't happen today.....and perhaps never will.