Came home on wednesday morning and I've missed classes for the rest of the week. I don't know if I should feel glad or not. But one thing I know for sure is that home feels so much more comfortable. I haven't stepped out of my house since the last 53.5 hours. Throwing the garbage doesn't count. I hate how the judgmental public stares at you like you have some disease or deformity. The face mask shall be my new best friend for next week at least.
Oh, and I have no drive to do anywork or whatsoever at all.. damn.
On a side note, I finally can see what other people meant when they say that things will always be different from the initial after time, because there is no objective anymore. You achieve it, you obtain your goal, you're satisfied, and then you stop there. Sustenance alone is not enough to make it the same as before either. Humans just take all things for granted. myself included.
