I can't wait for the moment on 15th November when they go "Time's up, please stop writing." Those 5 words would signify the end of our torture.
It officially ends the battle we have been fighting for for the past few months. I anticipate the ecstasy I'll feel at that time, probably a sense of relief and joy heightened by seven hundred and thirty four times. That is statistically proven.
Screwed it up or not, it doesn't matter, it's the past anyway. I would love to say that "I've given my all" but honestly, I haven't. But well, what's done is done and I shouldn't regret something that's clearly my fault. Not that I am anyway, I feel that I'm disregarding O's too much, hmm.
So many things planned to do after O's but how many of the things will I actually carry out? Less than half, I can predict. I really want to get a holiday job. At least I know I'll be doing something beneficial and not just laze around my house and wait for time to pass by.
Okay, boredom makes people say stupid and pointless things. Exhibit A is right here. I should shut up now.
11 more days, will I make the best out of it?
No.
