A morbid tale I'll rather forget.
Finally, I snapped. What prompted me to write this morbid entry is the general fact that things are getting worse.
3 more weeks of school and I can't stand it anymore! This is sick! This is inhumane!
Oh my, I'm really feeling depressed, down and blue. I don't know, this semester does seem worse than the previous.
This is probably cause by my own doing. I keep pushing myself to the edge. I want to get things done properly. It is not just about passing anymore, it is more of a life or death option for me. I want to ace these subjects!
I know I can't do it for all. But at least 3 subjects have to do be As, as I kept mentioning. As are addictive, like a drug. Once you get one, you had to have more and more.
I'm doing this all for myself and the future I want to have. Good grades will mean a higher chance at getting a good job with good pay and than I can get the good life I want. No matter what those naysayers say otherwise, ultimately, in this world, grades and education do mean a great deal.
Sometimes, I just can't help but to wish I could turn back time. Those years in the secondary school were the best, even with the exams and what not. At least, I was truly happy and carefree then.
Now, with all this self-inflicted pressure and pain, I am just surviving and trying to fight alone. I want to get this Poly life over and done with, of course, after making sure I grab as much as I can before I make a run for it.
Ahh, I have all these thoughts swirling in my mind, but I can't seem to put them into words. I think this is enough for the day...
I need to get myself a tub of ice-cream and comfort myself.
TGIF.
