What do you see when you look in the mirror?

What mirror?

I've been so caught up with everything I haven't had a chance to really look at myself. Those eyebags are a good indication of the sleep debt I owe Mr Sandman. And that obvious red spottie spots? Shoo I skipped puberty for a reason.

EXAMS START TOMORROW AND BY THE TIME IT ENDS IT'LL BE GRADUATION AND THEN HOME.
I'm not even excited for graduation. I wish I was.
Home,
sweet home. Can't wait.
But in the mean time, I have a slight worry that I'm not as worried as I perceive I should be. Worrying, really. Is it a good thing that I'm not worried? :/ What are distractions? Name them. One at a time. Are they unique to us all, or merely an excuse we impose on ourselves? Dilemma.

If anyone ever EVER make me watch Crash again I swear I will either breakdown from boredom or rage from over-watching. Damnit it was a nice movie, touching too.

Nostalgia with Regina Spektor's The Call. I really really miss singing. Will you sing with me? Will you play the piano for me while I sing my nightmares away? Please do.

Piano, I have an immense fascination for you. You are something that I may never be able to understand but will keep loving nonetheless. You have a beautiful voice, truly.

Voices. I miss you, not bad, not excruciatingly, but to an extent that I don't know how to measure any more. Where have you been?

I keep thinking about the tomorrow of which I am living today.

Who am I kidding?