Forgotten

I've forgotten -

What is normal. Remembering is one thing, but feeling it - that's the hard part. When I catch a glimpse of it, normalcy, I feel... completely out of place. So often I taste things abnormally ridiculous, so many things, and I hate it. Now, what am I left with?

I chanced upon a couple of comments today, about us. It really feels nice to be appreciated. But a few days on, the sense of loss remains.

I'm really so stressed over the essay due on Wednesday. It's not that I'm not thinking about it, but so often, I find myself at such a lost that I give up, and do some other thing. Like-

Buying two blouses from Zara.
Blog Surfing.
Eating pretzels.
Blogging.
Sleeping.
Reading.

Anything but that stupid essay.

I have a number of friends I'm so comfortable with, but today, I feel like writing about the one who laughs at me, makes me laughs, and communicates using strange noises and emo-ing. This is one friend I love, and know that when I'm old, I'd smile at the memory of our childish ways.