The Sessions.

It was like a long slow drag of a shabby cancer stick. Summer, pfft. As it comes to a crummy end, a new beginning ascends from the earth – something so vile and vicious enough to swallow you whole. It’s a crook of time and an aid of monstrous madness, SNEAKING up on you when you least expect it. This phenomenon is taking its first breaths and its first sly steps towards your psychological DOOM as we have words. It’s daunting. It’s devilish. And it’dangerous.

But I’m a risk taker.

I’m awfully ready and eager to take on this draining yet career-building experience, SCHOOL. I love school, by the way. It’s back, bitches! Can you believe it? A year older, a year wiser, a year so changed I am. For once, I’m seeing myself grow and go forward, come into my being. I usually see that in other people I know very well very often; some younger, some older. But to see it in myself is mind-boggling because…well… I’m a still-standing question mark. According to me, I’ve been the same all my life: knowingly unknown. I don’t have answers. I’m an unsolved mystery, for now, searching for clues that will lead me to a solution, forever.

How do I allow folks to understand me? I should leap out of my skin sometime. Maybe then, they’ll get me. I don’t know, I’m still learning. But it’s not essentially their fault. I hide behind the shadows of laughter and long stories, by choice, mostly out of subconscious terror. I guess I just doubt people by my own design. My bad. Hopefully, university can lend a hand in my own discovery walk towards a more optimistic me and a less introverted me.