I’m running everyday, barefoot, feeling rather like a naughty child playing in the mud in the rain. Wearing an old shirt with a conspicuous Milo stain.
I feel raw, primitive. I like it.
I’m discovering amazing new music everyday, falling in love with a few more melodies, beats, voices.
Music sustains me, gives me companionship. I love it.
Not that I’m deprived of it. Technology has worked in my favour in only one way - whatsapp. The girliez are always one tiny green and white icon away. :) Study buddies also aplenty (; And my family has been amazing this whole time, so supportive I actually feel guilty.
I feel like I’m having a good time despite (supposedly) studying about 10 hours a day. I’ve really grown accustomed to this routine, working at my own pace, disciplining myself by focusing on my work and (mostly) eating healthy and exercising. The sense of fulfillment is worth it.
I’m really, really gonna miss this.
I feel at peace, almost as if I could die now (lol but hoping I don’t, there’s still a lot of unserene things I wanna do too).
TGF this peace of mind.
