A desire to be in the physical vacinity of you has
me so emotionally attached to the idea of a forever.

& the weekend draws about again without much trace of
passing of the days. These days will continue to speed
pass me, draw me from my feet, hurl me back to the cruel
reality of the impending O Levels. 3 weeks odd is all I have
left. I should finish up all the chapters quite soon since I've
little aspiration to fail & become a laughing stock.

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I feel like crying till the knot forms in my throat.
I feel like screaming till my voice box disintegrates & rupture.

On second thought, I don't think that's a good idea.