blab

Dearest shadow,


My parents are back. and the house is back to being a mess. i'm seriously convinced that the people who mess my house up are my parents. you see, my room is always in a perpetual mess. every once in a while, its clean but it slowly builds up. and thats the way i like my room. at least i can find everything in the mess.

wish that was the same for my life. sometimes i feel like so many parts of life are constantly clashing and clamouring for attention that i question if life equals mess. if life does equal mess, then i should be doing well. cuz i live in perpetual mess remember?

sigh. i've been dreading all the work lined up for me this semester. i think i'm slowly reaching the stage where i'm going to say "if i read one more book, i'm going to kill myself." i recognise the signs. i can no longer read even newspaper for pleasure. i can only do close reading of passages now. if i ever see a pen lying around somewhere, its in my hand and i'm off, doodling next to sections of interesting text.

i'm approaching each essay with disdain. so much disdain that i dont mind getting the minimum just to pass because i'm sick of researching for essays. i know that i will not be studying for long. and i know that working life will be crappier. but sometimes, it just seems like its so difficult.

i've tonnes of things to do this week. Lets hope i get thru with it.