People see nine days. I see less than seven.

And I can’t help but wonder; do I even have any regrets?

No will probably the answer.

I already told myself to stop having regrets. I mean, I can’t help it since I’m still human and all, but I’m already tired of regrets. They’re pretty much pointless. It’s not like I can go back to turn the time and learn everything anyway. It’s just a shame that I still haven’t done any better in praying.

I loathe this feeling. This feeling when I know what I did wrong but I can’t help to change it. I even think I’m telling bullshits, but hell, I’ll be damned if I’m lying. It’s not that I can’t change this, I just don’t know how.

I need some help. Words. Punches. Motivations. Anything.

Anything to free my mind from everything except my exam.