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Swipe to unlock, I read in my head as my thumb strokes across the slightly scratched surface of the phone. Well placed right below the time display on my home screen, is a countdown widget. It was there since three weeks ago, when I realized how little time I have left until trials, and ever since my semester break ended I swore over a few times that I would put more effort into my work this semester. I would not disappoint myself and people who expect something of me. If I did it once, I can do it again.


But look at me now. Procrastinating every minute, every second of the day; letting time go to waste. I couldn't hate myself any more right now.

So this is it. I'm ending this because I'm done with slacking. Yes, I apologize to myself for the incompetence I displayed for the previous weeks and I shall be motivated once again. Trials are 53 days away. No time is to be wasted, this is an oath.

Determination and discipline can work wonders. 

Back to my regular college routine it is. Get out of bed, on to the bus, then to classes, back to the bus stop, and back to my cozy hostel room. Repeating this every other depressing day, but I'll make the best out of it. No more emotional flip-outs, no more attachments, only me and a single goal ahead of me. I swear on river styx, I will make myself proud.

May my following days be productive and fruitful. May Athena always be with me.

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