Empty days, sleepless nights...I long again for school, for which I have to wait another month. I contemplate the life I want, somewhere else. I long to go to Boston, ad to stay there. I can't help wanting, isn't that what drives us all? The hair is dark again and so is the mood. I feel myself falling back into apathy and somehow I’m glad for this state, as it’s easier to cope with. A stillness of sorts, instead of the lump in my stomach there is emptiness. I have come to prefer the apathy to the pain, cowardly, but reasonable since I remember the pain.
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