I'm coming undone.

Why are some terms simply unquantifiable? ^^

Like now I’m upset and I can’t measure nor describe how I’m feeling. Even the emoticons can’t justify the emotions L K.

It has been a bad day, the last of an unproductive week, 12^th on the hell month. I’m supposed to be cramming like the others, but all I did lately was to look forward to the end of this semester. It’s definitely a stupid deed for I literally felt time passed me by—every second of it.

And there’s this organizer that becoming more and more useless by the minute. It is bloody red with deadlines to meet and things to accomplish. Unfortunately, its owner has just been stressing herself thinking how to accommodate her plans without considering working on them. In fact, some words are pleading to be done.

I don’t know what’s wrong with the world lately. Or it’s just me. Devastated, my mind surely is corrupted. I’m losing my sense of responsibility and I’m disoriented. I stay awake all night and I feel like sleeping on my classes.

Useless efforts, epic fails. I’m indeed good with making them. I have a history of reviewing until the break of dawn and ending up either late—or worst unable to make it—to the exam period and graded recitations. I’m noted to be the one who usually gets sick on hell weeks.

I don’t know how to measure the amount of bad luck in me. But at least, I think I can define irony. Isn’t it getting an incomplete grade for a course of your best interest and dropping the one you used to be ‘the best’ in back in high school? Same as earning your lowest grades to the subjects you’ve bled your brain dry.

When do you say that enough is enough? I would not know what move to make so that I’ll still be on the game. Worst, I may survive it but I might not be able to remember my name.