Week.

The end of my first week ends with an avalanche. Sort of. If you count opening your window to a deluge of snow rushing down the roof and freezing your nipples off, then it did. Which happened. Yeah, I'm confused.

The week has been a respite for me because its finally kicked me back into a routine; gone are the days when I can crawl out of bed at three in the afternoon and lounge like trailer trash in my underwear; I've actually been getting up around 6 *gasp*, changed by 8 or 9 *le bigger gasp* and been pretty productive! *le-what-the-fuck-gasp*. Its strange to have a feeling that this will be rigid, that I won't let things keep me up  at night, letting thoughts unravel until I'm left with a mess of anxieties to clear up: I wake up and the day doesn't feel so broken. I mean, like every other human being I still dread getting up without a bit of a lie-in, but who doesn't?

My actual classes this week have been pretty interesting, either due to debates that nearly escalate into fisticuffs or having to work with people that I have a history with. When someone you loathe sits deliberately sits near you for whatever reason, it always seems like a power play of some kind. It feels like I should either a) just try and be decent or b) just embrace my sardonic personality. B usually wins. I'm never really surprised.

But I guess one of the strangest things about this week is the amount of things have happened; I got the rest of my results for last semester and got a decent 2:1, My boyfriend broke up with me, I've maintained a more healthier routine, I've met with an older ex and managed a coffee date. All in the space of 5 days.

It all feels a bit unreal to be true. Its what I used to think a lot. But it has this kind of strange cohesion that just makes it fit, as opposed to when everything felt unreal and was fractured and messy.

Life is strange, and unreal I guess.