Finals this week and I am having so much trouble caring. Math is tomorrow and I haven't even bothered to study really. We are allowed to have 3x5 card of notes, and I just haven't. I should, I should at least write down the formulas. Yes, I will do that before I go to bed.
I should go to bed. Sleep. I've been sick. Weak immune system. Once upon a time, I was so healthy and then I learned what worn out meant. These past few years have taught me the meaning of worn down. I've leveled up.
After this weekend, I hope I will be more refreshed. My head is currently in the dichotomy of exhausted and restless. I rarely make good decisions at that point. Guess, I should be grateful my most dangerous temptation is dead.
I am not. I miss the battle.