This is it.
This is what seven, eight, nine works of work, play and laughter have come to.
The promotional exams are in two weeks.
The airport is constantly full, with students all over studying, laughing and doing work.
The occasional tourist would have to settle for cramped tables and seats with impossible-to-fit luggage.
What now?
The epitome of pain.
That scared me. Who was he beoming?
I used to think he was nice.
Well, all the morales must have gone out of the window.
Everyhing comes and goes.
Oh poor dear, life goes on.
I'm trying as hard as I can to study but the motivation is not there.
My table's in a mess and I can't seem to concentrate.
Nothing in particular seems to be bothering me.
I might just be stressed.
"might" is the keyword here.
I don't know if it's what I think it is.
If it is, what am I going to do?
It's not betrayal, It's subtle.
I don't want to see it that way.
I need to stop all this senseless ramblings and concentrate.
Positiveness attracts!
