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Gloomy Thursday

Be warned, when it comes to writing and organizing thoughts, I'm an absolute sucker. And the amount of times I repeat that statement is just ridiculous. Read, and forget.

Ever have the feeling that everyone around you is so much better and you just feel like hiding under the bed and never come out again? When everyone's having a great time in life, enjoying every moment - and you're just blindly stuck at one dead end worrying about the same problems over and over again? Why do I keep feeling that way?

Today's Thursday, six days since I'm back home. I'm leaving on Saturday. And what have I done so far? A glance at my to-do list, I see a number of tasks crossed out. But why do I feel like I've done absolutely nothing?

I'm so depressed I can't think of anything but to keep studying.

It's raining and I hate the rain.

Stupid messed up thoughts, I'll get rid of you soon. I want things to change.

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