I'm dreaming.
I'm dreaming without even thinking on how to get onto that dream. I want to be... but all I do is to be a bum. Next thing you'll know is that I'm picking weeds, trying to find a four-leaf-clover amongst them -- wishing for miracles to happen.
Ahhh.
Unproductive days.
I must not get used to this.
My books are piled up and my worst teacher is going to teach us F&E on tuesday again.
Yeah.
It's ten in the evening and I haven't been progressing.
Too bad.
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