This semester's been a hell of a roller coaster ride for me, in the sense that this is the period that i've been through a lot and put up a lot with. I'm just so damn thankful that the semester is ending and school is ending and I'm finally moving out from this suffocating hell hole and finally getting a chance to breathe again.

Shit's over and so I'm just burying myself with desperately trying to catch up in school work. Uni life really shouldn't be an unbalance of hall activities so I'm really wondering why the hell did I even take up all that shit in hall. Really? The next two weeks are fulled with submissions and deadlines, and i'll be spending it in the hell hole again.

Things happen, i've let people down, I've made mistakes, I get accused, I get blamed, I get judged, I get ostracized. I guess that's all part of the package and no matter how bad and sucky it feels the world continues to revolve around the sun and the the earth continues to rotate and I'd have to continue to live each day branded as a sinner. Like i've committed a crime punishable by social segregation and death. Honestly, I don't owe an explanation to anyone and everyone and I really don't have the time to be bothered with how people judge me but what's happening now is affecting my basic daily life. I'm constantly enshrouded in paranoia and hate being in groups of more than three. That's defined as a crowd. I think I'm becoming autistic. Like as if no one really understands you other than yourself, and you tend to shy away from people. Because you yourself and your feelings cannot be explained by merely words.