It's about time I updated this thing, since the last this thing was touched was a couple of weeks before my exams. Honestly the results weren't as high as expected, and quite frankly it was appalling, cause I realized how much I relaxed and it's not gonna turn out well if this keeps up.
Lately, I've been feeling more and more compelled to go get myself a therapist or a better punching bag. Either a therapist to yap about how pathetically mundane, ridiculous and god-awful pitiful my life turned out to be because of my own self-inflicted choices-turned-problems. Or I get a better punching bag to physically beat out all the bloody pent up anger, since beating the non-existent stuffing of my fridge isn't cutting it...especially when the block of metal is the thing that's keeping 55% of my food edible and the large dents on the door looks rather strange. But I've had lousy experience with therapists and is literally broke to the point the nickname 'Psycho Loan-Shark' was something I became accustomed to. So those options are being ruled out....
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I realize I'm running out of things to ramble about....oh well then...I'll spam something when I feel like ranting like a disgruntled being with a hatred for everything that moved.
But in reality, the only one reading this damn piece of pseudo-emo whining is probably the pitiful sap typing this....
