I once came across a post on Facebook that said writing is cathartic. Funny how we often only find enough time and emotions to write when we are sad. We seldom see people boasting about being the happiest person in the world, or that they are thankful for everything they have in life. For the longest time, this has been my avenue of catharsis, or an outlet, perhaps, for all the angst and unpleasantness I had felt. I've never really been the happiest of people, but I think amidst these 2 months of hectic and crazy activities, I have found a different kind of peace and happiness I haven't felt in a very long time.
I always told myself that if you did crazy things with a bunch of crazy people, it negates all sense of sanity and somehow crazy is the new sane. By this time in life I am way past caring about how other people judge me. There are bound to be judgemental people, and I feel it in here - all the time - but I am trying not to let it affect me.
Even as school starts I feel utterly unprepared for the fast-paced curriculum, especially after an incredibly long hiatus. This week will probably be my most free one, and it may well be the most therapeutic one too. As I begin this new journey of an independent life, I know I must be determined, strong, and kind to people, before I can finally repay someone who has always been there for me regardless of all the shit happening around me.
Once I start, I can't stop. Damn this race.
