A Throwback Page From A Forgotten Diary

It's 3 weeks since the last page. I'm sitting in the staffroom at Gumpha Rd English Medium School, where I'm interning my first term.
Life changes so rapidly almost everyday. 3 weeks ago I was a different person than I am today. Exams had just began and I was a wreck. Today I'm not sorted either but even if I am a wreck, it's one with different issues right now. Besides, wrecks are interesting. Rusty ships with a tingling of life left in them creating ripples and bubbles in a place where no one even sees them.
But I'm going of topic here. I don't even know why I'm writing this right now because I'm pretty emotionless. After a large amount of time, I've reached that point again where I don't care if the ropes of things are or aren't in my hands. I actually don't even see the ropes right now. For a while, I'm okay with life continuing to be on the settings I set it on last time I pulled the ropes. Internships, SIMC, Thespo, AmyGos, Friendships, Love, Truths, Poetry, Thoughts, Feelings, Writing, Talking, Moving, Watching stuff it's all like I want it to be at the moment.
But it is also true that I know something is missing. It's not something I can put my finger on. Reciprocation of Love? Maybe. A not-so-packed schedule? Maybe. I don't know. I also know it's not something I can figure out. It will strike me at a point of time suddenly. Until then, I'll make peace with the feeling of incompleteness. Until then, I'll make peace with it with an abstract piece? Maybe.