Hahah, yes my life is totally screwed up nowadays.

Anyway I keep forcing myself to post because my blog's getting dead, but I seriously can't find anything to post about! Erm okay maybe one or two funny convos, but usually whenever I'm on the com, I'm either chatting online/doing my work. Hardly blog, so there you go!

Chionging history PT last minute now, I know I should've completed it long ago, but I didn't expect my schedule to be so tight that I can't even squeeze out half an hour to blog or sth. I reached home surprisingly late; I didn't expect to reach home later than 7.30, because 7.30 is usually the time when I finish dinner and I start doing work.

I've reached the last two episodes for prison break; can't wait to watch the end of season 1. I. Need. More. Time.

If only a day could last 48 hours.

I think I'm thinking too much about fantasy. Gotta get back to reality. We're all fighting for the same thing. It's about how you fight for it, and how much you want it. I guess I didn't give enough effort, or maybe I'm just not cut out for it.

Swimming; Is it really worth it to be sacrificing so much?

Training 10 times a week; Will it get you to where you dream to be?

And yet again my questions remain unanswered.
I'll search for them till I find it.

Lit SA is over. I can't believe it. Luckily Flowers for Algernon came out. I would've died if The Greatest Gift did.

Anyway I'm so tired that I can just collapse on my bed and fall asleep in less than 5 mins.
Fell asleep during math today, I really couldn't hold on.

I keep telling myself to let go. Like, why can't I just go on a day without doing my homework. Why can't I just go on a day without training. Why.

An extract from Flowers for Algernon which pretty much relates to me:

June 15 Dr Strauss came to see me again. I wouldn't open the door and I told him to go away. I want to be left to myself. I have become touchy and irritable. I feel the darkness closing in. It's hard to throw off thoughts of suicide. I keep telling myself how important this introspective journal will be.

It's a strange sensation to pick up a book that you've read and enjoyed just a few months ago and discover that you don't remember it. I remembered how great I thought John Milton was, but when I picked up Paradise Lost I couldn't understand it at all. I got so angry I threw the book across the room.

I've got to try to hold on to some of it. Some of the things I've learned. Oh, God, please don't take it all away.

I wouldn't be living if not for you and your love for me.
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