Wrong grammar in all the wrong places, bear with me.

I made like Serena van der Woodsen and had a self-imposed exile..to the internet, that is.

Parang na-time space warp ako, ewan ko ba. Thought it would take hell to freeze over for the second sem to end. All of a sudden, it's over. I still had the hangover from it all last week, so I thought going on hiatus would do me some good.

If it actually did, who knows?

I got a few theories about me being workaholic-ish.

Theory A. I look for stuff to do so I would be so busy that there'd be no time for me to contemplate about my life, because there are days that I just feel so frustrated. (Ohyes, the days.)

Theory B. I messed with my priorities.

Theory C. I feel the need to prove what I'm capable of doing, to what extent.

Theory D. I'm scared that I'd lose heart in what I'm involved in if I go too lenient. A mid-life crisis of sorts in the making.

Okay, apat lang pala.

I am currently in a weird state of mind right now - confused, hopeless, tired, none too positive. Things have been haywire at home and it makes me want to leave and let off some steam (read: not run away, that's so highschool). What to do, what to do.

On a positive note, I haven't touched cigs for more than a week now. Way to go? I think I'm having withdrawal symptoms though. Haha.

At times like this, I think of those people who were with me since then til now, and I feel a little less..weird (not lonely eh, I dunno how else to describe it). I am every bit grateful.

Oh well. I better go out and get a life.

Oh wait, I can't, cuz I'll be taking summer classes and I got org work to do.

Labels: rants, summer break

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