I'm nine-teen, a college kid, and I'm killing myself, more specifically my skin, tonight, because I've been procrastinating for several hours and doing nth about editing my paper, like blogging now.
It's a sad life.
It's sad because you can only be alived three days a week, which you all know are friday, saturday, and sunday.

Homeworks and exams are harmful to body in general. They may do good to mind, but not when they make you have no rest in mind.
So what's the point of living 365 days a year? Living on day one of the week, I already start wanting day 5, 6, 7. lol...

Whining about papers are even more frustrating, because even though as crap as they are, you still have to suck them up.

okay, five more hours for me to get distracted and focus back on my work.
sigh. sad.

damn. I just made my monday even longer..........