school

school started barely yesterday, and it feels like it's been a week.

everything's pretty much still the same - i didn't even need to move my belongings (left untouched for half a year!) to another section of the studio, since the arrangement for year 4s is to stay put. as i had felt in third year, there is, sadly, less things to be excited about anymore. even that feeling, that of lament and boring familiarity, is well, familiar.

i need a thesis title by next week. too many things, too little thought. and i can't seem to stop a surging flood of uncertainty and panic.

hopefully i will gather the momentum and optimism to get things going soon, i have to. and start to enjoy my last year in school. i resolve to continue my proud habit of swimming every week - it makes things more wholesome and happy, as was 2 semesters ago. but not this week. i am still grasping for ideas in an ocean of raw inspiration. and choking with stress.