It seems these days, the people that I have around me tire me out so much.
I like them, sure. But I can see deeper into their hearts than they know. And it tires me.
It's just these little things, little gestures or muttered words that let me know exactly what color they are.
It wasn't like this before.
I've been in university for three semesters now and each semester I've had different sets of friends.
I still have my friends from first semester and second.
But it seems to be a downward spiral and my friends right now, though fun and loyal and lovely, are not of my taste...
Does that make sense?

Writing... I was looking back on what was once called Inherited Spirit, then Soul for Wings... but basically, a fantasy story set in a world called Wimblia.
I thought it up when I was 15 and wrote the first draft then. I outlined each of the five books and knew the characters to their core.
I suffered writer's block, was lured away by another story and haven't really gone back to it since.
But nowadays, I think about it and I'm amazed by these combinations of plots and twists and terrible pasts that I thought up as a 15-year-old.
Sometimes, I can't remember how one problem was solved or how this leads to that and I'm speechless and sad.
It's quite amazing that I built up such a world... but I'm going to have to dig up all my journals and notes and misplaced clues to fully remember that living story that waits for me.
And right now, there's also Milton&Chase... I was reading the very first draft -- written during NaNoWriMo 2010 -- yesterday and wow, it surprised me how many changes I made.
It's my weakness! I need to sort things out because once I start unraveling and making changes, I can't seem to stop. And there doesn't seem to be an end.
Meanwhile, the world around me keeps spinning and there's friends to meet, classes to attend, exams to study for, clubs to participate in, life to live...
I don't want to forget that the reason why I am calm while everyone struggles with their future and stresses out is that I know with my whole heart that what I want to do is write.
As long as I have that desire and that future ahead of me, I don't mind what university I go to, what classes I take, which country I live in.
All I need are my stories, my notebooks and my characters.
Simple enough.
So, let's not forget it :)