#thelastyear

Little bit flashback - two albums 'Poor Music II' and 'The Last Year (Suspend Techno Terror)' from the past deep archive 💽🔧🪛🧲 😆 😊🥰

https://www.qobuz.com/ie-en/album/poor-music-ii-tr21/ci3x8nebg6vib

The last year has been a changing factor for everyone. It's the last year of school! It's like a adventure where you expect to get the unexpected. I don't know why but like as our seniors enjoyed their last year with links ups N tears, I also hoped that our last year would be unforgettable. We have only 3 months left and with everyday passing, I wonder how am I gonna fit in the new world with new faces and no laughter in nonsense things and breaking the rules we promised everyday to carry out. Yeah, for some it was the same old routine and everyday torture. However, not for all of us. One thing I have found out this year is how actually a person is from inside. Most people do not show who they are. Even I don't. I find myself puzzled to find out what really am I like. Likewise, when the person you are fond of so much hurts you, you kinda break. I know that moment N feeling. Deep down you feel that cold. You may think what can a bunch of 22 kids do? Trust me you can never imagine. You just can't. Well telling this story from beginning takes a long time. Maybe I will write abt that too somebody. But now it's the things that made us realize who we really are. N it was not taking sides or debating. It was when you stayed together 24 hours only to feel it was 48 hours. It was when you see others study for themselves N you understand tgat but still have a fear of losing. When somebody you hated so much proves to be a dear one. This year was not easy. We had to make choices. Some came right from the heart and some jumped off from brain. The heart one's I still regret N the brain one's, it was never a part of me. However, some decisions were taken because you get only a single life and your life sucks as your freedom has a boredom in it. It doesn't end here and the story has yet not begun. Wait until you get all the secrets we have. The eye contacts only two person understand. The story that made us, tore us and fixed us........