Places like this used to be my home, used to be where I housed all the darkest thoughts in my mind when I couldn't keep them in any longer. But those dark thoughts don't exist anymore, or when they do I just tell them to you and they disappear. Then I just feel silly and a lot better.
It's odd how I've been out of school for more than two years now and yet being back feels so ridiculously familiar already. It's like the last two years didn't happen, they were just a pause between high school and university. I thought the classes would feel different too, more focused, more hyperintellectual, but they aren't at all. The people around me still look just as bored and uninterested, yet somehow still tense with the need to impress. So little has changed, and yet, so much.
In other news, today I gashed my knee on the stairs of the Science Theaters building and ended up having to get stitches and missing my first astronomy class ever. Second day of school and I'm already missing class, ridiculous. I now have five stitches in my knee and a month from now, probably a big scar to show for it. I find it ridiculously ironic that I spent the past year and a half working in THE MOST UNSAFE WAREHOUSE EVER and never once sustained any sort of permanent injury [only bruises on a daily basis, haha] and yet on my second day back at school I'm already getting the first stitches I've had since I was three. This is a strange, strange world we live in.