Days of being high can make you sick. Virtually speaking. As in sick. As in fever, colds, body ache, you name it. And that's exactly what I'm experiencing right now. Or to put in the proper words, suffering from.

If life ain't really playing games on you every now and then. Unbelievable. The moment that I finally decided to pull myself together and put every bit of effort I could just for my own effing sake, I got hit by all these physical pains that stop me from doing anything functional besides sleeping and typing. That sounds unsurprisingly ridiculous, but that's exactly what I just did and what I'm doing, respectively.

Right. I suppose part of this is due to the NAPFA test, but majority, I must say, are products of my week-long obsessive abuse of my body. And I'm talking of running down the track 7days a week, 7rounds a day. Okay, I'm exaggerating. But that's almost close. In fact, that is close.

I guess after all those comforting thoughts I tell myself almost every second, there is still a part of me that knows it's not yet over. Okay, none of you knows what I'm talking about here. So, change change. Nevermind that.

I'm still thankful though. Thankful that after all the shoutings and misunderstandings and furnitures breaking, there is always one place that I feel so secure in. Now this will sound very strange but I couldn't care less. School. Yes, school.

Oh shit. What am I talking about?!