The End of Common Tests of my Last semester. The start of my misery all over again. Two-fold.


I'm beat!
Upon reaching home, I literally plopped myself on the sofa, stripped, (my cardigan, that is.), did the little action of closing my eye lids (which was unfamiliar for two days now), and was dead to the world until my mom came home.

*whines

MY EYE BAGS!
Boy do I look like a zombie!
Shits. Lemme get my eye cream.


Honestly, No amount of whatever cream is gonna get rid of those large, dark eye bags.


Nvm the eye bags.


FYP's a screwed one. Life is shitty. Thanks to this ONE MAN. Him and his IFN-gamma.
Grrrr...


I ate a "truckload" of nuts and popcorn.
My dentist is gonna love me.