So anyway, it's the crunch time and many people are getting on the edge. Can't blame them; everyone's stress levels are peaking and moods are going to change. The general consensus is that it's gonna get worse, something you might not really expect.
But on the other hand, perhaps you too are changing. It's crazy but part of what we're gonna have to go through. At the very end, it's only going to be you alone in that exam hall. You and that paper. Nothing else matters at that time. A very selfish way of looking at it, I know. But that's reality. Yet as a friend once told me, in the process of it, we will not stand alone. Optimistic. Hopefully.
I haven't lost sight of my target, but it's getting more unrealistic. Just feeling my way through this pitch black void lined with thistles. I'll get to the end, but the number of bruises, cuts and falls is another thing.
Suicidal? Nah. Afternoon naps are sinful, but I'm really, really tried and tired.
Life really is a bed of roses, despite what others might say. Looks good, smells great. Until you lie on it and find out about the thorns. Then you realize the roses only stop at the horizon. You're fucked.