Resurrection

It was dreary, the  last couple of months.I couldn't focus, or write or even know who I am anymore.
I know, this sounds extremely dramatic and honestly, it was.I thought I'd lost sense of who I was, after being around for 18 years.
I went to college late everyday, not by ten or fifteen minutes, it was often after three classes.And the killing part was that I got full-day attendance.
It was a comfortable place to be in, the fact that I could stay up all night , watching TV shows and thinking and reading about a horizon of things.
And nothing of consequence, really.
Work slipped, and I didn't feel motivated anymore.Forget motivation, I didn't even feel like waking up anymore, and I'm probably like a rabbit on drugs in the morning.
So, in a nut-shell, I was ready to plunge into the pool of a lot of people having "the phase" of deep disinterest and all I did was ramble and complain about how my life should have been.

The last three days, I've had a wake-up call.
An extremely great one at that, like a five-year old kid throwing ice-cream on your face.

All that I can say, is that: 
                                          I'm back,and I'm writing for good.

The next post will be up later today, and I feel alive already.