What's shaking? I've been resurrected and it's more iconic than the holy resurrection

Ok, first of all, I started playing this game called Genshin Impact and Mystic Messenger. I joined pretty recently and so there's not much to talk about the first game; as for the second, it's a popular otome game made by Cheritz. You guys, I actually got rejected by my ideal Yoosung, but I'd take that over the Yandere route, y'know? LOLOL. Anyway, second, I finally joined my uni's medic team, so good luck to me hehe! :D Hmm, I don't know what else to talk about. It's kind of late now, and by that I mean that it's already 3:22 AM in the morning and I've got class tomorrow. I have to attend an important meeting next Wednesday, too, for my medic team. I'm pretty anxious about it, not going to lie, but I've been wanting to join the team since 2018 and it's finally come true! I guess I'm just scared that I might crack under such a mentally and physically demanding work, that I wasn't as responsible as I thought I was, or something dramatic like that. But I just have to trust myself! It's easier said than done...but it's the only option I've got. Hey, I'm no quitter! Being able to help others alone is enough to motivate me, ehe. 

Anyway, good night everyone. I missed typing here and updating and all that stuff. Now that I think about it, I also miss using Dreamwidth. T_T It's been sooooooo longgggg that it feels bittersweet for some reason. I even checked out my boyfriend's SpaceHey and he updated like, 6 months ago, and it tasted even more bittersweeeet. God, nostalgia is such a bitch. It's not like he's away or anything, he's asleep right now like the sleepyhead he always has been, but seeing old entries make me feel...things I can't even begin to describe. It's like being trapped in a heavy snowstorm, except you couldn't hear anything, it's completely silent, and the only thing you could hear are soft gusts of wind like its breathing, completely calm, accompanied by a somber Christmas tune. You know that feeling? Or to put it simply, the somber feeling you get during Christmas while sitting in front of a fireplace and you're completely alone. You see old Christmas photos taken like, four years ago, when life was a little more brighter. It's not like my life has taken turn for the worse, I'm only describing the feeling I'm getting right now from reading old entries. It's bittersweet to actually write something, put some thought into it, publish it, witness and cradle it in its infancy and newness, then watch it grow old. I mean, I'm writing this right now. Future me would probably think, "Hey, I wrote that," the same way an old pianist would say, "I played on that," upon seeing his old, abandoned piano in his old apartment or whatsoever.

...I'm probably too talkative for my own good. T_T The night is silent and magical tonight, may the wind guide everyone well! <3 I'll try to come back soon.

Hey boyfriend, if you're reading this, I love you. And I love choosing you everyday.