Crazy

Moving into this stage of life, I now see the relevance of what we used to learn, and ironically, used to write in long essays for sole academic purposes.

They are not exactly academic now.

When we wrote about dysfunctional families, we never thought that somehow, it will happen to a friend close by, or even to ourselves. It should stay in the essay, never intending serious harm. Instead it is alive and kicking in life.

When we read about tragic romance stories, all they did was move something in our chests, or maybe fish out a tear or two. I guess it's normal to stare blankly at the romance drama revolving around our lives now, it's so common. Stare blankly, simply because we don't know what to do? How to react? All those questions, because we never expected them to happen in real life picture. Or our secret hope is that they don't.

It's all just so... crazy? Some of these situations, they don't have a cut and made solution. They are answered by questions, creating more questions, and I don't know, but :

' When people run in circles, it's a very very mad world... mad world... '