I’m currently in my downcast period and I’m trying to swim my feeble self in this polluted ocean of my life. I’m being craven, I know. But I just can’t contain myself, mentally and emotionally.
I’m still depressed by the result of my midterms in Statistics. You know, my red blood cells lost almost one-fourth of its count just to engrave Baye’s Rule and other probability stuffs just to make it through.
I lost a bestfriend. He died on October, in my mind and heart. He decided to cut our ties for some painful, confidential reasons.
I just had a heartbreak, for I thought I did the right thing in the past. But it just turned out that I unconsciously killed myself bigtime.
It’ll definitely take me forever to enumerate all of my sorrows here. But, you know what, my dear reader, I’m thankful. The poison it gave became my spirit vitamin I’m taking to continue fighting. And I’m hoping that I’ll see the light I’ve been looking for.
I’ll cut this here. I’ll write more when the time permits me to do so.
Satisfied,
Wins.
(4th of December 2015)
