and it feels kind of empty and strange. as the dulled ache of exhaustion leaves my body, it takes with it the nervous energy that had kept me alive for a crazy ten near-sleepless days. i don't seem to have a place to be anymore and while i am content, i am not pleased... certainly not in the way i thought i'd be.
i miss the compulsory confinement with classmates, how much we looked after each other and cared when it all seemed so desolate.
i should have written this a few days ago. then, you'd have heard about how the excitement had taken over, how i felt alive again, how i longed to run through the hilltops above&behind our house with bottles of alcohol and like-minded free-spirits and watch the sun set&rise because too much time was wasted each 24 hours and i had decided to embrace every one like it was my last.