It's over, for now atleast. But it doesn't leave me any happier. No reason why it should be that way. Specially because your mind tends to get obssesed with that date, the last date of exams, and you just begin to believe that that day would be great. 
If anyone was to know what I did for the past two days, they would say I have had the best time I could have hoped for, a nice movie with friends, and an amazing trip the next day followed by a rocking party at a friend's house. Strangely enough, I think I had the best time too, and yet there's something that tells me something is wrong. I have been questioning myself what that 'something' is but it's like a tiny prick in a tyre, hard to find but you can't do without finding it. That prick stops me from laughing out aloud, from doing what I would love to now that there's so much time at hand. Im at a loss of what else to say, maybe because the prick doesn't allow me to think beyond it, like a block in my mind that needs moving. And it shall get it, very soon, very very soon...