There are things to be dealt with. Couldn't sleep last night and planned ahead. For once amygdala gave way.
Who I want to be, what am I going to do with my time, what to have for breakfast and dinner when I'm back in Johor, who's important, to whom am I important, priorities. And along the way realised there's a voice I'm missing so much, the tender and comforting voice that always tip me off the edge when I'm about to cry.
The boat is still rocking, but it'll be a different semester. :D
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