Beatrice
Italian. Arachnophobic. Fangirl.

The John to my Sherlock

you'd come back

I think I’m not normal 

Why is everyone so eager to return to uni just so that we can see each other? 

Am I the only one who’s not missing the classes and the people?

I mean, I talk with the people I care about almost every day, and I arrange meetings when I want to see them. So, why should I be happy about the crazy hours and the long, boring lessons and the annoying people I carefully avoid? 

I don’t understand why they seem so happy about all this. 

Either they’re hypocrites and pretend to love everyone, 

or it’s me;

maybe I’m not normal.