odd

now it's just odd walking on the fifth floor. it's so dark, not like the rest part of the college.
and this reminds me of those nights, or mornings more specifically, looking for Jason in his office. or hide myself in the triangle room to figure it out.
now that i pass his office intentionally, Samamtha takes it all. I can see her proud wide smile.
no offense.

i think i am for sure talking deprived. i have so much things to talk about, yet no one is there.

jason is busy.