Sickness

Sometimes, I think I might never get well again, especially on the days when it hurts so bad, or even any painless suffering. Is it possible to live like this? Everyone fears death one way or the other, and I am no different. That's probably because we're all not ready to give up this life, right? Why else would it matter?

I don't think I'll ever get over this. But there's nothing else anyone or I could do, except to keep going on.

Keep going forward, because to turn back is not an option.

Another challenge?

Alright, I'm all fired up for the new semester...not. First of all, there's many complications, which, suffice to say, is stressful. Last semester, I got sick before my first finals, and had to take MC in order to be able to take the supplementary paper and still get normal grading. But hell no, as I found out, since I did not take MC from the list of panel clinics, I can only get minimal grading of C, no matter how well I do. And DAMNIT, I worked my ass off last semester, and my results are dragged down due to this subject.

Someone please tell me this sucks. Tell me to sue the pants of the uni.

On a lighter note, I'm taking French this semester. It definitely will be interesting to learn, although pronunciation wise, French seems to be tough! But everyone says I'm a language type of person and assured me that I will be able to cope. Argh, that's so not true, but we shall see.

Oh well, the night's not getting younger, and there's class tomorrow. Time for bed~

Ending on an abrupt note,
eden rei