Bleah

Blue sky, brown sand

My dream is to be able to walk along the stretch of short-cut between Central Library and Science Faculty again, then sit at the Spinelli (if it is still there) at University Hall (I think it's called that) and watch people pass by. On my own.

It's actually something that is easily accomplished.

If I can actually vomit out the time to do it.

Weird. The more lonely I feel, the more I want to be alone.

My hamsters and I

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It is so easy to get caught up with work and life that we forget to live. It is a nice day out with friends, just walking around, shopping and chilling. Though I do wish the nagging feeling of undone work would just disappear.

Give me a bit of time to bathe. My stinky feet are disturbing my thought process.

After-effects

Taken aback & surprised.

Pertaining to something, the process is OK, but the after-effects of guilt and loneliness are far too familiar and I hate it. Hate it to the core. And here I was, thinking I was long over feeling stuff like these.

No more, ok. I don't want to curl up in a ball in a corner of the room and shrivel up. There are too many things in the world, still waiting for me to enjoy.