The doctor says it's due to nerves. Especially considering all the "joys of life" that have piled up, such as the exam committee, the looming threat of academic probation/expulsion, and the approaching winter session.


To fall in love. Ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha.
Should I tell you that I live and study in an environment of snobs who believe that fantasy, toys, and the like begin with the letter "g" and end with the letter "o," and are unworthy of true intellectuals and connoisseurs?
So, to hell with them all... I've said my piece.