January, January

    Well, it’s another new year, isn’t it? I’m the same old me, but a little bit different. I spent all of Winter Break at home, watching movies I loved and reading incredible books. It was very relaxing. I think I felt like I lost a lot at the end of last semester. Someone once asked me what I meant by that and I could not explain, so I won’t really try to bother here. I felt like I was losing. Maybe it’s the seasonal depression. Anyways, the break was relaxing and good.
    I spent a lot of time thinking and made a significant change in my life, which I will be purposefully vague about, but I think it was the right choice. I don’t feel very different, but dealing with people’s expectations regarding it has been very annoying to be honest. But alas, the more I live with the choice, the more I feel confident in it. I’m very me, and I always have been and I’m proud of myself for expressing that how I feel is right, despite everyone having their opinions.
    I’m trying to get back into the swing of classes while making up my missed days of fasting from last Ramadan. A lot has changed since then. Alas, alas, alas. I feel kind of sad and bummed in a not very bad way, like it’s a thread or tv static or something. But, I think I’m glad for the change. I’ve given up on a lot, and I am unsure about how to phrase it. I’m sensitive, as always. I don’t mind that at all. I’m sensitive old me, and as much poetry as I write, I’ll never find the words to explain. That’s why this’ll be so short and probably so bland. I’m watching a movie in my roommates’ room, eating microwave popcorn, and I feel alright. Not perfect, not great, but alright enough to make me a little emotional. That’s enough for me I think.