Fall? Never.Been trying to mug real hard. 7 days - that's scaring me.
Graduation just came and went; I cried my heart out but whether it was for good or bad, I'll never know. Hate such times when you're stuck in the middle, between love&hate and joy&grief. My heart is too frail for such, I've come to realise.
That aside, have been desperately trying to resist the temptation of coming (online) to blog. But to no avail. Blogging keeps me alive; it's what pumps the blood in these veins. After all, I do love writing, quite a lot. And this is an avenue of expression, no less.
You know you're addicted to blogging when:
1) You haven't blogged in 3 days but it feels like 2 weeks.
2) You can't stop thinking about how to phrase those sentences perfectly that you go to the extent of typing/writing the words out as they come to mind - whenever, and wherever you are.
3) You itch to use the Internet on the computer and type http://blogger.com/start in the URL address bar.
4) You bring a camera with you wherever you go to take photos you think are blog-worthy.
5) You constantly occupy your thoughts with what to write in the next post.
6) You frequently visit your blog as if it's not yours. (HAHA.)
So there. Bet I am top of the list of blog addicts, or somewhere close. If only time permitted for more!
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Today I spoke to S. Seems like during the weeks in which we didn't speak, similar experiences have arose. Some busy and rollercoaster lives we live, indeed. But, how we deal with each situation is again different. But alas!, déjà vu strikes and I cannot help but feel this paralyzing sense of fear.
S let me in on a harrowing revelation: It leeches on your heart, sucks its conscience and never lets go. And it goes on, into sempiternity. (Like the dateless rise and fall of the tides.)
And, my sentiments exactly. It's a body so sacred it'll allow none to touch, save for the One. But it's not you, my dear. Not at all.
7 days and this crazy shit just don't go. FOCUS.
Thanks; ultimately you're the only one that listens, that knows.