One day at a time because it's overwhelming.
It helps.. calm my nerves, lie to my brain, regulate my heartbeat.
why not?

I cant help feeling a sense of disappointment, worthlessness
and it's sapping away that little motivation i had.
I tried telling myself that it is alright,
but the more i try to hold everything inside,
i dread and dread even more of waking up in the mornings.

and i never ever show it.
gawd, how do other people do it for more than 50 years?

on a brighter note,
we had a character module, and i'm glad we had it.
it helped answer some burning questions i've had, paving a clearer direction for the coming years.
the rest of the modules.. bleh
so sick of studying, when i study.
but the lecturers warn us otherwise,
"best time of our lives", oh is it?

ray is 10, how time flew by.
i get so emo thinking of the day that he would leave me.
i have a vet clinic story that i'd like to record down here, but am too lazy to type it out. so i guess this mention shall suffice.