I carve knowledge and readings into my skin, love into my bones, feelings into my soul and passion into everything. There's so much that happened within the span of these 3 days. On the other end of this line is the man that I love -- but the voice -- is disappearing. This life feels more real than that I thought I could handle, here comes the big real world. Of not being able to recognise the old paths that I've walked, of not being able to be the invisible face in the crowd.
Really need a mantra, really need to stop trying, only get going. Really need to start giving up. I cannot study, I've got too many distractions around. I wrote a poem actually, but I decided not to post it. Maybe next time.