on sunday i drive to university. i get lost. why does this keep happening to me? i drive this road every week. i have for almost 2 years now. this is the second week in a row where i have not known where i am.
on monday i wake up (thankfully?), i study, i go to my exam, i eat (because it is required of me) and then i cry because i ate and because i think i failed (the exam and life too). i study again.
on tuesday i wake up (once again i am unsure as to whether this is good or not), i study, i go to my exam, i eat (because she made dinner specially) and then i cry because i ate and because i know i failed (at everything). study calls.
on wednesday i wake up...
this is the song that never ends.
each day i hope for friday. it doesn't come. it never will. i need to go to it.
i think it's time to mend the bear's overalls.