3.

I'm worried about uni. I'm rarely the type that cares much about studies, unless there is that ever probability of failure.

And this time, there is.

I don't know why the fuck I chose the subjects I chose this term. Maybe I actually thought that I would enjoy them? I would find them challenging in a good way?

Sigh, Esther...bullshit....

I don't know how I'm actually gonna get started on the assignments with the notion that I don't have a clue on how to even begin.

Just quickly end this nightmare so that I can go back home in 7 more weeks.

I think I mentioned before. I miss Eng Huat!