Bad Doo Doo

If there's one thing I regret about lately, it must be my decision to spend the examination gap at home.

I hate to admit the fact that I now acknowledge that I have a love-loathe relationship with my own 'comfort zone'. My own house. The place where fond memories are kept and treasured. The very same place I look forward to die in.

Is it still all that?

Changes are indeed, a good thing. But when it involves the things you knew by heart, matters get worse when you don't see the 'changes' coming. I've never, ever thaught in a gazillion years I'd be so sensitive to petty little adjustments in my pity witty life. But things do happen. Perhaps I need help. Perhaps.

This is getting crazy. The semester's over soon and I'l be spending the whole 3 months at home. Only a gust of hope whisked gently in my sails can make things better. Hopefully.

Pouring exact details is not a good call right now. Especially in a distorted mental state such as this. I need to save my sanity for the next 3 papers.