The Way You Make Me Feel

Ken

Things are never what they seem to be. Hmm, neither are they what you expect them to be.

Anyways, I have the tendency to draw in whirlpools whenever I'm at sea. The more you struggle to get out, the deeper you sink in. Ironic, isn't it? Yeah, it's hard. But at the end of it, I believe it is all worthwhile.

My Internet is running rather slow. I've no idea why.

I have started my routine of laziness again. Sleep, college, sleep, dinner, sleep. This is not good.

I've been sort of a disappointment lately, as to everyone, especially to my baby I guess. And I'm sorry for that. I'll try to be better, for the better.

Everyone seems to have realized that SAM is no play time, just like how it was two months before SPM where we had all this seminars. Yet, I'm still the same, just like back then, waiting for each passing day to go by and the moment where it is exactly 24 hours before the exams.

I hope I don't have to go through it again. My heart can't take it, not another time. Not now, not ever. But I guess I can't stop it, for I have no say in it. Time will tell. I want to be able to sleep well again.

My mind is confused as to whether what I'm thinking about is okay or not. But I always seem to think the latter would seem to be the case. Maybe I'm thinking too much, or maybe I am right.