It's been one month into the semester. Not too bad, but could be better. And I don't exactly mean academically. I'm going to make sure, at the end of the semester, I'm going to look at my report card knowing that whatever is reflected there has nothing to do with that. I enjoy most of my classes this semester, I'm doing things I like, I'm hanging out with people who make me so happy, it'd be a pity if I let one single pathetic loserly thing change that. Or who I am, what I can do, as a matter of fact.

But I still think of the past. Constantly. As much as I know there would come a day when I eventually have to let go. I just hope it's before I die, or I'd go with regrets. (okay, that was morbid, I didn't mean it!) And no, I'm not speaking of a guy, though more often than not, it really feels like a broken relationship.

I feel like I need a long long cycle to think things through. And do some soul searching. Or a long long run, if my legs would still take me the way they used to.