skin and bones.

another week, grey and wet with the usual list of assignments and deadlines just bursting at the seams. it's depressing how monotonous these days have become and how much i live for tomorrow rather than today. it's paradoxical, the weeks seem to be passing at the blink of an eye yet the days go by at a painstaking pace. that's just how i feel, like skin and bones; lifeless. counting down the hours, minutes and seconds; i didn't realize that there are just five (well, technically 4 1/2) weeks left till i am back home. we are half-way through November. time to cram!

something amusing and beautiful i just found here. if you're as much of a fan of photography and emo/indie lyrics as i am.

one week till my 21st birthday. it's meant to be some sort of a 'rite of passage' isn't it? i beg to differ.

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