It's been forever since I blogged about some real topics.
Reading back on my archives, I blogged about the way authors made the littlest events something that really affects our lives. click
And again, it made me think.
I haven't been reading as much as I used to lately.
There just hasn't been the time (or want) to read a good book. Or perhaps just finish those I started months ago.

It's going to be May in a couple of days.
Then June. Then July and August and September then October and November and the school year would be over.
I'm not ready! I'm not ready to buck up for next year.
Not to mention, I'm so far from where I thought I would be six months ago.

I realized I changed. Not in a bad way, I hope.
Just, different.

Argh this is so emotional and heavy.
This is what deprivation of good ol' mass air-conditioned shopping complex oxygen does to me.

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