So it's been too long since the last time I'd visited the old building.
Everything seemed different, yet exactly the same.
Although the agitation of the first day back always makes my hands shake, today seemed strangely quiet, too quiet.
Stepping into the same old room I'd visited countless times earlier on in my life, today just seemed dimmer, duller, and although I might have known exactly what was missing; I could never find the right words to convey what the day really needed to go back to how bright those days used to be back all those years.
The day went by faster than expected, and surprisingly enough, I managed to get through all abstract talking and gibberish that you become so unused to while you are away.
Thought, of course, sooner or later you start feeling the drowsiness; feeling how all those hours just sitting still begin to affect you, how your floor starts rocking and your sight partially blurs, and as one slow second goes by, you're completely aware of everything and you find yourself sitting on the floor, a water bottle in hand. Another second and the water bottle has been taken away.
Then, it all goes back to what it should be. School ends and you go home, only to find out worse news and begin to hate IM even more than you previously did and begin to wonder whether you should close your account.
With Friday the 13th coming up, I'm not sure if I want to know what else may happen.
And let's hope the jet lag wears off soon.