Will I?

First semester ended in a manner that will forever haunt my very existence, it was excruciatingly painful, and yet, I was glad with how things went. Well, things will get better if I can readily welcome second semester. But nope, I'm on a tight leash right now. To the point that I've been spending my sleeping-rest time panicking about my real life fiasco. Oh, if this isn't stress, I am not sure what the hell this is.

Today is December 4, I am still afraid of what tomorrow will be. I haven't slept for I know nothing about normalcy anymore. My body clock is terribly ruined, I have no plans on adjusting it yet. Might as well do something productive, a paper perhaps. Or another series-movies binge watching.

Reader, I have always believed in your magic. So again, I am asking for your prayers and good riddance, that the odds may ever be in my favor (and to yours as well).