Chaos.

I'm in chaos. Or chaotic situation. Or whatever you called it when every thing is miserable. I'm feeling ill when I woke up this morning, but what funny is, these also chaos two people successfully ease my burden inside. Please, do ignore.

Here we go on our every Thursday morning at Sociology class. We're formed in one presentation group which is taking a part on the next lecture. Lucky me, I have Chiquita there for whom I have known her since high school, as my truly deeply crazy table mate. She is on Communication Science, while the boy is Rizky, on International Relationship. How very pleasure of me at this class, I mean, this is a really real college life I was once dreaming of. I do belong here, both of my body and soul.

Again, pathetic me.

I wish I could find the others like them among my department mates. You know, I'm on dilemma. I'm feeling so strange here but yet I'm having no choice no more. I've been trying that I've given up. I sometimes pretend to be a normal one when I'm with them but then I'm tired. I'm tired so that I'm back to be myself. This is what reversing; I don't belong here, my body does but I left my soul somewhere I don't know. On the dance floor maybe.

This is the ending of this semester. Mothafucka, some good things do always play in fast forward. I don't know, and even don't care of what I will become on the next semester. At best, this class makes me feel alive, when a half of myself is already dead in here.

Dead, I mean lost. In here, I mean in the jungle.
"I'm lost in the jungle."