Blank.
♥Thursday, March 26, 2009.
Maybe its the lack of sleep or something, but everything feels kinda surreal to me today. Damn.
Today was a not too bad day in school, but tomorrow's not going to be the same. Like, I'm braindead for the time being.
I think, no, I'm quite sure I crumble under pressure instead of thriving on it. Its like, I'd rather escape than face it head on. Its a really bad character trait of mine. But I can't seem to find in myself the strength to change it.
I'm supposed to be doing corrections for my GP essay, but I'm making zero progress. Literally zero. Its so bad I think I need a whole new essay to pull it off. Dang.
I can predict how my grades are going to suck this year.
Feeling rather empty now. Its time to do some work. Just not the damn essay.
|| At 10:49 PM, Jocelyn thought so.♥ ||