3am thoughts consumes me again. I'm taking a huge breather after a series of hectic weeks and it feels almost therapeutic. My semester ended together with 16 i-don't-quite-know-how-to-feel episodes of dots and honestly, I loved the ending despite what everyone says just because it was so damn unexpected. And jaw-dropping. Pretty good series but there's definitely better ones which I like less commercialised.

My hall room is currently a perfect half of empty and a beautiful mess due to the absence of my 2 roomies. I'm going to miss it a lot when I move out. This despite the steep climb which, after 2 whole semesters, I've learned the trick- to go slow and steadily. Cliche but true.

Today I read an article on thought catalog; some of my friends condemn (a tad too strong a word)me for always reading that, but I love the writing there. It was about attracting jerks- I've not attracted jerks of course but well, I clicked on it somehow.

Things I realised: I like to take apart a puzzle which is beautiful to look at; and yet, all they are are full black. I like to relook them as individual pieces which, when pieced together again, is lo and behold, a gorgeous swirl of white and black. There are white puzzles as well, which don't need re-piecing, but  then they wouldn't be puzzles anymore. They would be paper. Black puzzles frighten me but getting to the swirl frightens me more. Because then, there's no going back. 

I talk in riddles a lot these days. The ambiguousity thrills me. Many a times though, I forget what I meant. I hope I don't forget this though.