I need to say something. Something personal.
I miss my old room. Haha! See now, it wasn't anything special but just something that occurred to me. I bet you thought I was going to say something wildly inappropriate. Too bad!
Anyhoo. My room was renovated a few months back. I wish it wasn't because I was so happy with the old one. But it's gone now, and in its place is a pale, bland shadow of my memories (I call the new room "Where Dreams Go To Die"). Things change, and I have been trying to accept that. When the past has been good, it's hard to move forward knowing that your future is so different and bland (like salty soggy vegetables, I like to think). And because it's not alright now, I know I have to work harder to settle things. Even adjusting to that godless hole I'm coming home to.
And just know that I'm thinking of you all, while I clean my room and slog through my exams wishing you could do them in my place.
Haha!
