it's 10. at night.

awesome thing: when half the marks and spencer chocolate chip cookies are eaten up by me



i'm resisting the damned urge to scream into an empty space.

tell me how to relax in a situation like this. whereby i'm in the state of mind that nothing can go in and nothing can come out, where everything is screwed up and anything is coming whooshing at me like a meteorite. and when tmr, which is a few hours away, is a monday, and my homework not even touched.

i've got poor time management. i've got uber slow homework speed. and i stand firm that i should not copy homework unless i tried.

i'm desperate. desperate for free time.

i shall try to be optimistic.