I guess...

       I need to survive no matter what until this semester, this long and horror nightmare of mine ends. Then maybe I would start writing a short story just to tell what I've been through, how many crazy thoughts have come to my mind and how annoying try to solve tons of problems that arise. Well, I guess or I'm not good at stress management, or this is just too much to handle. But I won't say that there's no fun, I've learned a lot, making some new relationships and getting new experiences, sometimes even enjoying it. But not now, not this period. The hardest fight since my academic life is coming, and in the worst scenario I even have to drop some. So if I pass all the subject, I promise myself to celebrate. Big time!