Letters gathered from a cluttered mind
I hate myself for being lazy. I have always been confindent that i'll be able to breeze through the jobs that i have at hand only to find out in the end that i am wrong.
It's 10:30 am and i am in the library, i haven't had any decent sleep latetly ( my decent sleep would require 10 hours a day). Stress is getting me already. Pimples are erupting in face and mental lapses would be a normal occurence to me.
I'm done with two of the papers that i'm supposed to pass today. I still have one left and still have a stock pile of reading materials that i have not yet read.
Sigh!!!
I have tried to write down something significant in this entry, but i keep on erasing them. It seems that i cannot pull off anything that is significantly substantial in my head today.
It's 10:30 am and i am in the library, i haven't had any decent sleep latetly ( my decent sleep would require 10 hours a day). Stress is getting me already. Pimples are erupting in face and mental lapses would be a normal occurence to me.
I'm done with two of the papers that i'm supposed to pass today. I still have one left and still have a stock pile of reading materials that i have not yet read.
Sigh!!!
I have tried to write down something significant in this entry, but i keep on erasing them. It seems that i cannot pull off anything that is significantly substantial in my head today.