These past weeks have rocketed by at a speed that seemed so alien to me. So much so that I felt like I hadn't been doing anything meaningful, save for school wherein I had to do assignments than I would care to recall, until I took a breather and listed out what I had been doing. And then I marvel at the extent of which I'd accomplished since.

That's to say the least. I've been somewhat busy, somewhat occupied. But if you ask me, what am I so busy with? I really can't give a proper explanation. Some days are so heady and whirlwind-like; the adrenaline pumping and coursing through my veins inadvertently spill over even on the quieter times that I have to myself.

I feel socially disoriented at the moment. Being oblivious makes me less involved with drama and hypocrites, to say the least but it makes me lost. I can’t even make a distinction between real friends or two-faced bitches. Oh god. I need my girlfriends to keep me sane. But before that, I need time.

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