Recently, I wake up. Make sure I did everything I need for the day's tutorial or seminar. Attend the lectures/tutorials/seminar. Come back. Sit down. It's quiet. I start to over-think stuff. Got all paranoid and emo. Start doing work. Doesn't help much. Still paranoid. Hesitant to pour out my worries to someone else 'cos everyone's got work to do. So yeah..
Sighhh, maybe I really should move in to the library. And get Alex to move in with me as well, since we're planning to go hardcore during December. Plus, that way, I'd not only have tons of revision, but also a real person, to keep me sane through the days.
Sometimes I wonder whether things will be a lot different if I'm in London instead.. or anywhere else, really. Hmmm. Never fails to get me wondering. It's weird how I blog a lot more when I'm free. Just to get my mind off unnecessary stuff that shouldn't be bothering me now, instead of blogging about everyday happenings etc etc like what people do.
One thing I learnt is not to keep your hopes up too high. At times, you fall down. Some people recover, tougher than before; but some people just never get back up again. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I fall into the latter category; well, maybe not that bad, probably in the middle of the two. Then again, I make the same mistake over and over again - expecting too much out of something when I know that obstacles are just round the corner.
Hopefully the next time I'm back on again, I'll be blogging about happy things! ...seems highly unlikely though.
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