I remember harpooning over "omg my favourite prof viewed my status! omv omg omg she-"
"oh my god how dare you say that about my people? Do you realise-"
Time flies so soon, heh?
Almost at the end of my five years of rotting, saving my ass from things - othering, swift allegations, heartbreaks, recurring depression, a little pebble at the corner of the room, dwindling into more confusion along with some weird confidence i didn't know i could grow ever.
It's a strange irritation for life where I have kinda stopped yearning for 'good' things and letting it pass as uneremonously as a dried leaf. If this sounds sad or melancholic- no, I have just come to terms with the hellabouts of uncertainty of life. It's way better to have a warm cup of hot chocolate, a quiet morning and a well to do nervous system signalling a go to go. Having some faith and live as I drift through life. I genuinely don't know what prospects I am gonna make but I'm kinda tired with this whole ordeal of 'getting behind at this race.' if my future is uncertain, my present is as uncertain as it camouflages to be and the later is a little less bitter to chomp on.
Love?
I have held my hopes and given into god's feet. Seen enough, felt enough. Among other things, it's a good time to have a nice recession period.
