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I've never been good at telling stories. I mean writing stories. Whenever I intend to begin a new one, interest and ideas usually fade away by the next day. This story I won't make it up (not entirely, at least). I'll simply tell to whoever wants to read it my point of view of life. Just, you know, life in general. At the beginning of the year I basically thought it would really suck, because lucky me, two of my closest friends went to study aboard. I am not alone though, I've always gotten along perfectly fine with the rest of my class. It is just that last year was so good (the best by far) and this year, well, I don't really know. What I do know is things are changing, and I feel they are changing for good. Even for me is confusing, let me explain.