Piling myself with truckloads of work, shits that I would have otherwise never do.

Let me see.

I have a room so clean now, dusts are afraid to come in.

I've arranged the books according to author, to category, to colour, and back to author again.

I've finally started on the much procrastinated individual assignments.

I've thought of a list of activities to be accomplished as soon as halflove is back.

In contrary to the usual hiatus, I'm actually spamming this space like crazy.

It's ironic how, the harder I try to keep the heart from wandering, the more the heart struggles.

A week ago, I was desperate to keep myself free for you.

Now, I'm trying to keep myself busy for you.

A week from now, it shall no longer be about you.

It shall be about me.