I lost my passion and energy in handling tasks such as planning activities. It's like everytime I do something, there's this feeling that it'll either turn out sucky or the whole thing might just get canceled, again.
Sorry Shakthy, I'm the worst partner ever to work with.
It's already 1st of July. 3 more months to PMR. Great, just great. With my studies being so fucked up, especially Chinese, I don't even want to stay alive during that period of time.
I've never liked July in my whole life before, eventhough my birthday's on that month. Something bad will always happen in July, and I'll end up PMS-ing throughout the month.
Like now.
Good night world.
