Regret's catching on faster than a cold.
Forensic, Patho, and Pharma copies, all incomplete. And unchecked. The horror.
Left a really important chapter for tomorrow's  test.
Struggling to break out of this rigidity, holding me back tight.
I hate this funny, stupid, weird never-before felt feeling. Looseness.

Too sudden.

Hey you.
I never experienced what people meant about a scent having its connection with a memory. Or memories. Maybe because my sense of smell was always associated with something recent, not too far back. Home, or university.
But today, I smelled Blue Lady. From I don't know who. And I remembered the school courtyard at off time, and our blue sweaters. Mine with the hole in the right sleeve. Which you always reminded me to get stitched. Dull grey skies, always that. The exact position of the water cooler. And you, most of all. In your grey shirt, and steel pants. Lanky. Standing. Laughing. And I just. Remembered you. Over and over again. And the memory stayed with me longer than the scent did.
I never really liked how Blue Lady smelled. But it doesn't matter. It means something. How was I supposed to know a thousand tiny little particles were supposed to take me back seven years ago? 
How powerful.