help. i think i'm drowning in stress. and guilt too. the end of wk3 draws nearer. i have 6wks more to the start of prelims. 6 wks. to study everything and anything that i have to know in my syllabus. i'll nv make it. *insert whining abt not being able to make it to med/pharm/vet school.*

and i'm quite upset abt my grades la wth. it should have been aacd la. tsk. i can't stand it when i just fall slightly short. if only i pushed myself a little harder. watched a little less tv. spent a little less time online. tsk. what's the point of saying all this now. and u'd think i would learn from my mistakes. heh. i'm still here right.

and a voice tells me that grades aren't everything. and God will do something good out of all this. it's all in His hands. but i, just like everyone else, hates failure. i hate underperforming. there's always a better. tat's probably why i nv believed in 'trying your best'. cuz when your best doesn't bring you success..your best wasn't your best.

stop trying to comfort yourself. snap outta it.