I feel like despite being at page 26 of my book, i'm a blank.
This semester has been extremely trying, mentally and emotionally.
I know i can get through it.
Maybe with some sacrifice.. well, sleep will be at the top of the list.

As part of the mod, i'm made to attend counselling for the experience.
The first session was uncomfortably difficult.
I had to divulge my background to a complete stranger.
It was mental, i couldnt bring myself to talk about certain things,
just the recollection was enough to crumble my composure.
Locked far away are these memories which i have painstakingly 'forgotten'.
So i made a mental note to myself, that what i assume to be trivial, may not be.
Probably many of us arent really happy inside, we are just pretending.
but i'd rather be happy, if confronting these things are going to make me upset, i'd rather not.

slowly im finding me,
slowly, im becoming me.
I like piano. :)