warm sunday afternoon.
avoiding books and all.
i miss my bed, i'm going to miss it even more next week.
argh, it's a whole new week, all packed.
i foresee a bad week.
remedials, trainings, tuition, assignments.
lit, 3-pages essay, analyse of story.
maths test, i'm dreading it the most.
It's going to be another disappointing test.
i've done my part, but somehow it just doesn't work out.
And talent time, going for it, or not?

see, even before the week starts,
i'm having negative preceptions of everything.

foreshadowing of the months to come.
all for the 2 weeks in nov.
once again, break it or make it?

do i regret taking this path? would i eventually, next year with my results in hand? And, a wrong choice to take the arts? all the memorising, analysing, reading into everything and anything. doubts.

but i'm already halfway through it.

hang on there.