If I had another go, I wish I didn't get so intoxicated so many times this semester. The amount of times I had turned up to class with a terrible hangover and in a daze, the times I didn't even bother going for lessons because I was too dead on the inside, my dipping quality of work just because I'd rather spend time on a night of fun or to nurse a hangover.
And now I have to face the consequences, not knowing shit for my elective and being a dumb fk when it comes to MA. 15 AUs this sem compared to my hellish 21 AUs last sem, yet I'm not even coping considerably well now compared to a year ago.
What am I doing with my life, I detest this never-ending paper chase.
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