I was okay for the past 3 weeks. I had never felt freer or lighter. I felt like the iron shackles weighing down my heart had been released. Until today. It's back. The weight. The one thing I'm glad about though is that it's coming back in increments rather than a heavy fine with all the interest attached.

So it's back to reality. I knew that those 3 weeks were too good to be true. Oh look at the coincidence (not). I have only started studying again and it's coming back. The knawing feeling in my gut that has nothing to do with hunger. The headaches and the never-ending fatigue. I'm grateful that I had one last taste of happiness though. It was the best winter break in my life.