As much as I want to write something colourful like Samito's post, I can't. Couldn't. (I envy people with social life 'coz much of what I do is do assignment, sleep, eat, read and the cycle goes on and on and on). Blahblahblah.
I think I'm going down with depression because lately I've been staring up at the ceiling while lying down on the bed, unable to form a coherent thought. Blank. Reminds me of Hemingway's "nada y pues nada" in one his stories.
Combined with the anxiety of career life. My toilet/shower/bathroom time is preoccupied with "what profession am I going to land in?", "How much am going to earn?" and "Oh I wish my family's filthy rich so I don't have to worry about working and moolah."
The problem is: I overthink things.
Solution: Worry about future later. Now worry about assignments and final examination.
Conclusion: I'm a worrywart therefore, I am unable to produce any humorous nor enlightening piece of writing. That's why I've been submitting crappy written assignments. Thank God I am not suicidal.
God: You're a chicken shit. There's no way you're gonna kill yourself, silly.
Me : Um, yeah. Thank you for telling me the obvious thing.
~Fin~
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