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I have this tendency to get lost in myself.

This entire year, I've been so blessed. New school, new revelations, new people. I've been sufficiently happy, but so busy. Busy to the extent I've been caught up in everything surface. There's always a new deadline to chase, new event to attend, and to generalise - this new thing to do. 

Then I start to run away. But I was so busy this year I've forgotten how much more I could have lived. How much more I could have experienced, enjoyed. I don't regret anything - not yet, because the choices I've made have been unique and have led me to today, but yes. 

So much more.