I wanted to cry; but it's such a waste of time.

You ever just stop,
And have that moment where you're consumed by a singular thought:

I can't do this shit.


I can't-
can't-


And for once,
Not completing your sentence isn't the latest trend of speech;
It's because you really don't feel like finishing a sentence, a phrase, an expression of all that's so frustrating.



.
Alright now,
You're eighteen.

This is part of life;
It's a rite of passage that everyone deals with.

There has been an improvement,
Though albeit too slow and
Too

Little.

But you're not,
Little.

You Can, and you will.


And in the past few days you may have cursed more within your mind than you ever did before,

But you're not screwed.

Not yet,
Not until you give up.

(Oh look,

Another
Failed.
Grade.)


.
I'm not sleeping tonight.


I have two months before the final Prelims exams,

I have a month to finish as much practice questions as possible.


You're eighteen,
Now go do this shit.