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I used to be an I Miss You slut. Expressing feelings and telling my thoughts. These days, I'm just going to post either on my Tumblr or here. Why? These things are more durable, memorable and less painful. I had a dream once, you complained about me complaining. You wondered why am I never satisfied with what I've got. You think I was ungrateful demanding bitch that always looked things from the bad side. You claimed you have tried and you have stayed. I think I hold on tighter than ever. And I believe you don't know that I have more positive thoughts than before. I believe that even if you knew, you would not care. As long as you think there isn't any fight, nor matter to discuss, so everything is going to be ok. I think I promised once to not post anything about feeling anymore. But this is not feeling, this is boredom alternative. Instead of cursing my reflection in the mirror, or gossiping with my friends. This is just a poem, that doesn't loo...

So I have been a teacher for a couple of months now. I just have the right time now to write this. I feel sorry for myself for not finding some time to intensely write again. Yet, here I go. You guys, students, probably never thought of what I feel now as a teacher, a lecturer, someone who spent 90 minutes of my life in a day to talk in class for and with and to you. I love being the centre of attention, but that's not it. I tell you what. It is an enormous happiness when I see each and every face of you looking back at me when I explain the lesson. It's your confusion, your smiles, your giggles, your enthusiasm, and even when you are mumbling with your friends when I talk. I LOVE IT. I love looking at you, telling you things about exam and homework. Shouting and yelling sometimes because you guys are too noisy and busy with yourself and ignore me. I love when you are all silent and feel nervous. I love when you're complaining about the grades I gave you. I love when ...

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