as the skies grew numb of rain

i’ve a feeling this blog should be getting more like a blog ><
class has been refreshingly…good. i can finally cope with what i’m learning (well, decently, not really really good-ish kind of cope) and the laughter i’ve heard is true, the words i hear sound true. true enough to deceive me into this state of satisfaction.
but i’m tired, unknowingly of what and who. probably because sometimes i hear no reply to countless cries, except ringing silence. maybe because not everyone i know i really know. sigh. i really hope this doesn’t last.