Shall actually talk about bits and pieces of this week because I don't like boring blogs.

Fucked A Math up so awfully, I couldn't think of what to do but run off to the toilet and be a disappointment to society right after the paper. Exactly what happened with E Math just two days ago, except that this time no tears were involved but. I thought Bio was alright, even full marks seemed like a highly attainable option at the time. Except I was a careless fuck and I didn't let myself off for that either. This is nowhere close to achieving perfection as I had promised earlier this year or perhaps some time last year. I think I am dangerously close to snapping.

All in all, today has been a rather eventful day. Pretty much like treading through black water in winter but the clouds empathize with you so they accidentally reveal a hint of sunshine, and all of a sudden you don't feel like giving up anymore. These weeks have brought out various reactions I have never before experienced and I am genuinely afraid of getting diagnosed. Its this feeling I just can't define. I can actually feel myself changing as a person, and I doubt its the good kind of change we've all expected at some point of our lives.

Ps. 17 days to finals guys, steady.
Pps. Dark can be bright too