WHEN THERE ARE HEAPS OF BOOKS THAT ARE IN DIRE NEED OF SOME HEADBANGING. OR BRAINBANGING. OR WHATEVER. There's a Chemistry quiz on Gas Laws and Thermochemistry and the latter needs a lot of revising, especially since my eardrums dress themselves up with ear wax during lectures. The next day, I have to sit for Biology and Maths tests. Wow. My life is just fucking fantastic. I know I'm the one who is solely responsible for driving my life into this academic destruction but I. Feel. Like. Giving. Up.
I feel like cutting all these metal chains tied to heavy metallic balls, the only things that are anchoring me here. When I ask myself, "Why am I here?" My answers tell me that I'm unsure whether this is what I really want. Then I direct another question to myself, "What do I really want?"
Zero decibel. I hear nothing--except, maybe crickets from the nearest county.
I say we give it a go. Just hold on and try. If it doesn't work out, we'll execute Plan B and drive into another path.
Thing is, just the mere idea of having a Plan B makes me feel of giving up what seems to be a bleak Plan A.
All right, Fah. Just chill. You can do this. There's still time.
For starters, get away from the laptop. Kbye
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