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My mother always told me you're nothing if you're not honest. So let me be honest. Studying abroad and living alone is not what I thought it would be. It's not the romantic experience that popular has always pushed. College is not what I thought it would be. The past few years at BU have been difficult and underwhelming to say the least. It doesn't help that BU is notorious for trying as hard as possible to fuck you over in academics. It also doesn't help that I'm doing Engineering. I've come to the realisation that I don't really belong in such a closed system such as education. My irreverent attitude towards education has made it hard for me to stay motivated and it puts me at odds with classmates, professors and sometimes the people that are closest to me and it gets lonely at times. My ego, my unwillingness to play by the rules has steered me faraway from the well-worn path. I can't just put my head down and be the perfect soldier that school so adamantly admires. I feel like I'm stuck between two glass-walls but instead of accepting my circumstances and continuing in-between the walls, I punch and kick from side to side constantly struggling to break free. The more I struggle the more helpless the situation seems. I can see world outside these walls but I can't feel like I feel like all can do now is be a mere spectator.

I see the difference between what is and what could be both as a tragedy and unending motivation.

For those who know me, you know I'm not the best at making new friends. So for a guy doesn't have many friends; I'm extremely grateful for few that I consider more than just acquaintances :). Quality of quantity, all of you guys are real ones; living alone has made me realise that friends are very important they push you forward, they keep you going, they make you sane... Well somewhat sane.

To all of you who decided to stick around. Thank you for being a real one.