The Fault in Our Stars is a really touching book. This book, together with other books and other thoughts, will sit in my heart of hearts and I'll remember forever what they mean to me and I will live by these thoughts.
And I say heart of hearts because I will never share these thoughts, much like how the protagonist in the story opined that 'her thoughts are her thoughts'.

Right so I should really get a move on my research paper, even though I've been telling myself this for the past 1 or 2 days.
And not get distracted by Tumblr or Pinterest or whatever.

Sometimes I feel like life is moving too quickly, and I'm getting lost in all the moments it's creating. There are so many moments that sometimes I get confused as to which ones I want to treasure. Worse, sometimes I don't even know whether I am treasuring any moments.

And right now, during this break week, I feel like I'm half-asleep and dreaming, and with each passing day I feel a tiny bit more worried about why I haven't started my research paper (or any serious work, really). It's like that feeling I get when I'm napping and I'm trying to get up but I'm too deep in my sleep, and then my heart starts hammering at my ribcage and I get up because of the din it's making.

I realize all this sounds a bit depressive, but rest assured; I'm generally quite a happy person right now, with the added characteristic of being an existentialist young adult.
I think I'm starting to sound narcissistic.
Okay bye then before I damage my reputation!