we're no longer virgins;

life has been fucking us since immemorial.

just recovered my account~

hello, X!

Of all the people, it should have been yourself, you could have chosen your peace over someone.

WILL YOU STILL BE PROUD… PROUD OF ME AND MY SHORT LIST OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS

I need peace.

can't focus, declining performance and procrastination...these are some of my self-crisis rn.

still have clashing thoughts, opposing ideas and, uncertain stand.

regressing performance, subtle thoughts and poor comprehension are phrasal adjectives that describe my incompetence, my fair performance at class.

quash sending me spams, won't open them unless sweet messages.

how can one get out from a pressuring life?
I am so stuck and pressed big time.

debased by my grave incompetent to everything, by a clearer lens, not a quintessential.

I sense, of at least my gut's telling me, that I am at my futile state because of my poor performance to my studies.

in retrospect, this level of vitriol should be quashed for it may implicate grave damage to the entirety of our nation.

why am I so hesitant to talk to one of my best friends about something personal? Is it for privacy or I'm nothing but a coward?

private is a word with 7 letters, but has thousands of vague definitions.

been days of wondering the hostility indulges by these people whom I think are blinded by God knows what... politics, indeed, creates apprehensions.

truth is justice, but being blinded by truth is vengeance...a grave action that is morally wrong.

stuck between whether to attend f2f classes or not this March 21.

getting across extremities.