Tell me all these ain't true
Tell me my exams are not next week
Tell me all lessons ended last week
Tell me there will be no exams since all modules are incredulously difficult

Tell me I have forgotten
Tell me I no longer shiver before waiting for minn89.blogspot.com to load
Tell me my tears are not wasted
Tell me you are worth it all

Tell me I'll be fine in all aspects
Tell me I'm important in all areas
Tell me I'm remembered by the fondest memories
Tell me I've changed for the better in everything

Send me an army of the bravest soldiers
To guide me through this tumulous road
And hold me till calmness and warmth returns

I am scared shitless. I am not confident at all for this semester. This is bad. Not confident in essays, not confident for the exams, not confident of myself. I can't believe the amount of damage the lack of sleep can do. I am absolutely amazed. My fingers are frozen, perhaps not that bad. But they are definitely ice cold. Can I not have my essay back tomorrow? It determines half of my life (I know! I know! I'm exaggerating! But still!). It feels good submitting all the essays yet it feels horrible when you know part of your fate is determined. Msging Yijun, getting to know from her that Veron told her we'll be getting back 207 tomorrow, knowing that Winifred craves for chocolate cakes, linking them together, gives you: stress, stress and more stress, therefore crave for sinful cakes, but totally no ability to achieve. All these, delivered in its finality. Till after exams... But it's merely a month before the last semester of Year 2 begins. And then the cycle goes again... Before we know it, Year 3 comes. Can we still be young and impressionable??? Let us take our own time shall we?

What the hell!!! I can't believe that I was led to end with an optimistic view of the future. I mean, I would love to, but I don't feel like that at all! Then why am I saying such things?

Oh please... Don't let the 'poverty of language' (Banville) befall on me. I'm a lit student. We are lit students. No.