This weekend ultimately has been an extremely unproductive and depressing one. Actually, it all started about Wednesday afternoon during my chem lecture when I came to the stark revelation that I was probably gonna fail again despite the fact I haven't sat any tests or labs or handed any assignments. Nothing new but yeah went down the spiral once again. And since then it's just been full of realisations that it's not always about you, other people are also going through the same shit, just maybe not as seriously as you take it- Annie.
I participated in social activity on Friday night just so I could have the whole weekend to study or whatever with my uni work. It was somewhat experimental and unexpected, especially with my body fighting against me like that. I have to definitely get it checked out, I never ever ever want to go through ablations ever again.
Then comes Saturday, I guess I finished my Mead Freeman write-up which is okay, but then I just bummed and bummed.
And then came Sunday for more bumming.

Bleh.