Back From Retreat Hell

At last, after three days of physical, mental, emotional and verbal torment and realization (there's still a handful of ways to categorize the torment and realization, but I just picked the most common of the pack), I have returned from the sentimentality pressure cooker to exorcize my soul of sham emotions from my insipid classmates.

However, because of the great damage I received (and a lot of it), I have to rest for a while and try to re-join the pieces of my mental diary that was lost in the cerebral jungle of my head.

For now, go contemplate your own life.