crumpling feeling like being whacked with a baseball bat in the stomach while laughing too hard; and it becoming more real, this future of returning or rather, of starting afresh; so why does it begin to feel like exile? i just got my course selection in the mail today. yes, they've actually selected courses for me, including one very dubious "jogging" class. i start to worry about things like my writing being completely shot because i have been indulging in my grammatically incorrect, for purpose of effect type of writing and i'm starting to forget how real sentences look like. how, wait why? whatttttttttt. that's not even what's really important. i don't know what is, really. just want to curl up into a ball and nurse my (surprise!!, no. not really) sore throat and let actions rather than words do the talking.
