It's in a mess


First paper is on Tuesday.
I don't wanna talk bout my progress of studying.
So ashame of myself.
):

Everything's right, but at the wrong time.
It's sucha pity.
But at least it happened.
I'm glad enough.

Random theory quoted from the corner boy,
"When it comes, it comes.
If it doesn't, then fuck off."

And so, i'm slowly, taking my time to make a U-turn and walk out from the dead end.
It's tiring, it's taking up my time, it makes me daydream, and worst of all, it makes me ache.
But at least when i walk out of this, i'll feel much better.
Trying my utmost to do so.



It was that wishful thinking of mine, i almost killed myself.