as i attempt a reflective moment, all I can think about is how taxing this semester has been on me (and still is).

I thought it would end when my exams began but I realised that the conclusion of lessons triggered the commencement of other new complications.

other problems from other places.

and now I can only ask you, What do you want me to do? Where should I devote my time to?

and you. You tell me one thing, but I end up getting saddled with so many other things along with that one thing. It's like saying there's only 1 thing to do. But you didn't mention that there's 1a, b, c, d, e, e part i, and f part ii through v.

i must be complaining too much.

but am i complaining too much if the situation isn't even allowing me to focus on studying for my already-doomed module?

do I look that slack to you all?

why do I even care? isn't the most important thing that I get my tasks done well? don't I do that?

i must be that difficult to love.

Dear God, every muscle of my body aches with the effort of constant lying. I’m twisted, contorted – lying from the minute I get up each day till the minute I go to bed, and even when I’m asleep I think I’m lying. I can’t stop...