since when did i hate school? since when did i dislike tuesdays? since when did i dread walking along that familiar corridor? since i lost my motivation.
racing against time. how i wish more clocks would mean more time. why does time always pass slower when im doing something i dread. and pass faster when i wish it could just stop at that very moment. times like these are hard to find nowadays though.
so many things are on my mind now. submissions. match. sleep. drained. who will save me. im beginning to understand the rationale of those committing suicides. and i sound so suicidal now.
