[ 9:00 PM ]
My examinations will commence on 24th and they will end in 29th. My itchy fingers are tapping on the keyboard, even if it is the "exam period". Well, here I am blogging for my regular readers.
The first announcement: I'm
fit to study (
in peace). BYE BYE viruses! *waves*
[Thank you peeps, for the well wishes and concerns. I will be fine, I promise!]
Last week, my emotion's running on ultra-fluctuation mode. Apart from my cough and sneeze, that marked my presence in school (which I found it irritating), I was at verge of a breakdown. Trembling pitches of a voice and random teary outbursts - I never anticipated I would cried in front of my lecturers.
I feel strangely lethargic, drowsy all the time. It could be the medication that I'm taking or an excuse to run away from reality. None of their kind words motivate me, perhaps, they were right about me. I stressed on my academic performance, worries were unfounded, uncalled for but they seem real. I was indeed concern about the grades. I feel I have let you down - my lecturers, my parents and myself.
If only, there's Happy Pill that bring me joy and soothe my tied-up nerves. Anxiety attack is still pretty new thing for me.
That aside, to some individual negativity (
pride) hurts. There is a fine line between judgements and prejudices. Conflicts that arise, which one would have hoped to bury six feet under and disappeared from sight, seem to to keep popping out every now and then. However, an individual decided to be cynical instead of critical. Neither is appreciated for it's criticism, that comes with sarcasm.
A passing remark, intentionally or unintentionally has left another individual a heavy heart.
