Cavalier

I am here.

Troubled? A little.
Annoyed? *shakes head*
Nostalgic? Nope.
Depressed? Not at all.

Why am I here then?

It is known that whenever I write it is either for academic purposes or when I'm sad. But at present, I'm writing for pleasure. It is 20 minutes past 2 in the morning and there is a slight drizzle. One of those nights where I wish for a cup of hot chocolate and a cushioned rocky chair outside the patio. Oh and a blanket.
I have been hibernating in this room for the past two days. Zero progress in revision and hours wasted. Not sure what else I wish to write here but if you're reading this, hello!