If my life was a TV Soap, Monday's episode would be 'Patience and Illusion'. It'd be a commercial success at 19:3o slot.

I was one interview, another pup and couple of fights down. This month's all about confusion and rash. Etymology workshop sucked dead monkey balls. The black kurta and gorgeous handwriting weren't enough to move me.

Amongst other things, tomorrow is the college's last day. I'm overwhelmed. With the thoughts of joblessness and failing aesthetics amongst those of missing the beautiful people that made me the person I am.