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11:58 AM
What the hell is wrong with 25th. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. A prisoner of my own emotions I may be. It's O level and I'm can't bring myself into giving a darn about it. Why is my heart still stuck to the previous 25th. For once, can I concentrate? It feels as if my heart was being ripped apart the more i tried to concentrate. There's nothing but emptiness in me. I CAN'T EVEN DO A SIMPLE DIFFERENTIATION OF EXPONENTIAL. I have never felt so helpless before; I have never felt so useless before. Calm down? Tell me how?! It's today for darn sake. The fate of the next few years lies with these papers. What am I to do? What can I possibly do?! If only I can delete history from my head like a computer hard disk. Oh, how i wish yeah? It's a psychological battle at my doorstep. AND I MUST WIN. Pick up the armour, close the books, calm my heart down, perk up, maintain optimism, and go for it. It'll all begin, today.
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