Been such an emotional wreck lately but I've managed to keep my composure on the exterior. My mind is plagued by so many thoughts, (about moving and studying at the same time, about even getting a place to stay in; [we haven't found a house yet!!], about getting my A's which seem close to impossible right now, about floorball season and wanting so badly to win, about maintaining good relationships with the people I care about, about all these mundane math and econs concepts and lengthy history content) and I can't seem to shut them out. (Well I can't afford to shut math, econs and history out but if I could, boy would it be a relief to clear my overloaded database i.e. my brain.)

Dear God, please let everything turn out right. Please.

I don't want to let mummy and daddy down. I don't want to let myself down. I told myself not to live life with regrets and I sure do hope, this isn't going to end up being one.

Hate the F-word. Hate, hate, hate it. No, not that F-word. I meant F-u-t-u-r-e. It's so uncertain and unpredictable. The prospect of not knowing what will happen and how things would turn out really makes me, scared.

I can't wait for this time, next year.