What it looks like here on my morningside.

I really thought I passed that stage in adolescence. The stage where you question everything about yourself. Not regarding your sexuality or interests, but everything. So it came as a shock to me to know that I, in fact, was in this stage - without even knowing it. Yes. I’m typical.

I don’t really like this, to be honest. But I assume it’s only fair for me to share the misery others fight.

On the other hand, exams are in a week. Oh crap. My love for writing has overpowered EVERYTHING and now I’m addicted to letting my emotions flow. Well, although it’s expressive, it’s an inconvenience. Even now I should be studying.

That’s not going to happen.