nine more

I am so exhausted right now. Merely staring at my econs papers when really my eyes just involuntarily stares into space, into obscurity. Already I am making a big fuss out of my end-of-term examinations, what more IGCSEs next year? Let alone my Sixth Form life in this school two years from now...? I don't want to stay here for A Levels, but really there is no where that I can go to but to stay. It's for the best, perhaps. Everything happens for a reason, yes? I wonder what the Lord has in plan for me then. 

Oops. Snapping back to reality now - Form four life. I should be using my second prep wisely, instead writing here is what I am doing now. But it is the perfect place to vent. I should get back to some studying before remorse washes over me.

Just nine more days.