Wondering why I'm always so tired. But hey... just a few more days, a few more weeks to freedom, to Christmas. I can't even... I'm having such a bad time in school & it makes me even more weary than before. I'm wearing out and I'm so tired. I know I can do all these... I can. All these indescribable invisible scars. Let me go through these whole process and know that I am much stronger. From today onward, let me love the library as if it is my own children. I don't want to go through another semester seeing all the demoralizing grades again. I just want to live my life. It's so painful to see these things how the world see, and I refuse too. I just would like to live and see what I want to. Please, close my eyes. God, grant my wish. Probably, I have lived an entire life, thinking that my grades would bring me far but no. It only brought misery and loneliness upon me. I start losing people. I start becoming not who I want to be. I start to question my self. I start to self doubt and criticize. I am not who I am, I am also not who you think I am.
Monday, October 28, 2013
28/10/2013 One More Month/One Less Semester
Wondering why I'm always so tired. But hey... just a few more days, a few more weeks to freedom, to Christmas. I can't even... I'm having such a bad time in school & it makes me even more weary than before. I'm wearing out and I'm so tired. I know I can do all these... I can. All these indescribable invisible scars. Let me go through these whole process and know that I am much stronger. From today onward, let me love the library as if it is my own children. I don't want to go through another semester seeing all the demoralizing grades again. I just want to live my life. It's so painful to see these things how the world see, and I refuse too. I just would like to live and see what I want to. Please, close my eyes. God, grant my wish. Probably, I have lived an entire life, thinking that my grades would bring me far but no. It only brought misery and loneliness upon me. I start losing people. I start becoming not who I want to be. I start to question my self. I start to self doubt and criticize. I am not who I am, I am also not who you think I am.
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