If there's anything I had to do desperately, it's probably to give myself a huge scolding for sleeping at 7pm last night, knowing full well that there are so many things due today. EoM for one. My EoM is going to end up being sent back to me for further editing again, at this rate. And my part of the essay. Seriously, it was late to begin with. And what did I do? Sleep all the way till 4.30. My life pretty much sucks when sleep takes priority over my promise to others.
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I can't stand the feeling of being so helpless, being unable to do anything to help the people I want to help.
Even if I say I understand, that probably isn't the case 90% of the time, because I haven't been through the situation before.
And in these situations, words suddenly seem so hypocritical.
I hate it when this happens. Really.
Much as I want to help, I don't know where to start and this just makes it worse when ti's for the people I care about.
What on earth is this world coming to?
I wish I could experience it, even for just one day, to know what you're going through.
Jiayous, when overused, looks disgusting, I realized.
Probably for now, the only thing I can do is to start wishing, praying that well, maybe everything will turn out fine.
But again, since when did all the things we ever wished for turned out right? 10% chance that it will go according to the way you want.
Helplessness still sucks.
Maybe, someday, when you read this, you'll know what I've been talking about.
I'm really sorry I can't help much.
That wasn't just a statement with no meaning. No matter how cliche it looks and sounds, I really mean it.
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Can only cling on to that hope for one week at the most. After that, I really don't dare to wish for anything else.
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The opportunities that every person gets can never be equal, no matter how you try to spin a lie out of that.
There's no need to even look at each individual, just looking at the different streams would do.
People know fully well, which stream gets most opportunities. It's a trend all over the world I suppose.
Arts students never did learn how to count, did they?
But well, I'm seriously considering taking up a H3 for history, just because I really want to go for it.
What I become in the future probably doesn't matter as much. So what if I know? That just makes living in the present a bit unhappier when you realize that you don't cut the grade.
Happiness is key.
Yet it's quite amusing how I pretty much hate myself for so many small things, yet can delude myself into being happy most of the time.
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Oh and I love it when the printer runs out of ink at 5am.
Prepare to get killed for EoM late submission.
