Gonna head to my room to study. Too much distraction here. Not that the bed isn't a distraction.
Tax. I hope I can prove her wrong. I don't wanna just scrap through. It's just not enough for me.
You made me set my expectations so high. I don't know if I should thank you or not. But at the same time you made it possible by motivating me.
Now it's all gone. But the expectations and pressure are still here, here to stay.
I feel I've achieved so much, yet at times so little. But even if I pass this paper well, my highest education in the eyes of others, would still be O levels. I must get to ACCA. I want to be the youngest to graduate. I don't know how, but I will somehow. So please stay and help me When we collide we lose ourselves. When we collide we break in two, And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love, It's a hard mistake. When we collide, We break.
-- Rather meaningless song. But it suits my meaningless life anyway. Please be there for me.