Chaos

Everything races by so soon, it's difficult to keep track. Everything is trivialised due to the enormity of another situation.
It's all such a rush, things zoom in and out of perspective so fast that my head has become one crazy, bubbling, overflowing pot of random thoughts with no definite conclusion. As I write this, things flow in and out of my mind, unable to rest for while to allow me ruminate over the magnanimity of every situation which has hit me.
Broken hearts are such a cliche. Yet, the pain that stabs you is ineffable, inexplicable, unbearable. No matter how many hearts break every single day, the hurt that one experiences can never be something you get used to it.
The concept of new friends is so astonishing. When I was done with IB, it never struck me fully that this would indicate me going to an entirely new place, with entirely new people, and perhaps, have me start an entirely new life. Making friends has never been hard for me, nor has retaining them. However, despite the ease or the deftness at achieving any task, the fear that infiltrates you and floods every nerve in your body is something you can never rid yourself of. However, this college has been relatively easy on me, allowing me to make an ample amount of new friends who I actually truly love. And though I don't know much to talk about each of them, I'd just like to tell all of them - Romal, Anicca, Tejaswi, Natasha, Shruti, Shifa, Bhakti, Binita & Mallika - that they're really amazing and well, thank you for making the treacherous first two weeks of college so easy. I love you guys!
Somehow, there is only a select one person who I miss from DAIS - Sasha. I miss her, I miss our stupidity, I miss our French class chits, I miss getting excited around Kodkany with her, I miss taking pictures with her, I miss hugging her, I miss her stupid face, I miss meeting her everyday (thanks to our squeaky clean attendance), I miss cooing over Rojoa along with her, I miss stealing food from her and then complaining about her ability to be so thin, I miss bitching about everyone to her. And even though we talk ever so often, I still miss being with her all the time. I really do :(. If I could, I'd go back in time - all those 5 years - just for her. I love you, Sasha!