I seem to have forgotten that I have an existence outside of the embittered words scrawled across the pages of my notebooks.
School has started once again. A time to see those I missed over the break. To avoid those who I've developed a sudden phobia of.
Alas, there is not much to do. The obligatory work and mingling. Lately I've drifted back to my music and my books. Folding in on myself again. Just taking some time to re-evaluate. I need to find something within myself. I'm just not sure where to look. The usual orifices hold no answers. Only further desires.
New friends, old ones. All appearing at this precise moment. So much to do, so little to occupy my time.
It grows later, the Elders scream. This seems to have become my haven once again.
Until I return...