MATH. thing x and thing y.
thing x. i dont want to think about it now, perhaps not ever. its the midyears. shouldnt be doing this kind of stuff should i, my dearest parents. should be connnnnncentratingggggg shouldnt i, my dearest parents. how ironic that you people are the ones that are distracting me, making me do things instead of concentrating on my midyears,my dearrrrrrrrr parents.
thing y.
it feels so wrong but it feels so right. perhaps i dont even know how to feel about it.
feels wrong.
but yet right.
frahh what am i saying. i think back to the past and i cringe. shuddering at the images i see. things like these are forever in flux. in a blink of an eye, especially in here, things can change. change so fast that it is as if it had never existed.midyears,midyears. its the midyears. i shouldnt be thinking about these now.
thinking about thinking about it in the future, makes me feel tired already.
two more papers to go.
im gritting my teeth and holding on.
i'll clingon steadfastly