People make mistakes, that's why pencils have erasers.
But living this life is like drawing without erasers. It's just so hard to undo your wrongdoings, or rather, get the impressions of your wrongdoings out of others' minds.
Or perhaps they decided to forgive you (for a short moment) but not to forget (and is bound to bringing it up again as soon as you thought they had forgotten).
Slides are done, but script is still not written, and tomorrow is my presentation.
I think I've half-given up on it already or something.
I don't know where I'm heading in life. I'm feel as if I'm drink-driving. The focus is getting blurer by the second. I always admire those who can so definitely spell out their dreams or goals in the near future. And I always wonder why I don't have a vision of some sort in mind.
Sometimes, I just don't feel that I'm normal like the rest. I don't know.
The criteria to maintain 4H2s is killing. It's crazy. Climbing Mount Everest is even easier than that. I'm feeling damn stressed now.
Today had been full of shit and disgust - metaphorically and literally.