Negative.

Today is an outrageously bad day.

But you don't know a thing.

Negativity is on an all-time low.

Choked.

Toughness of life in here is subjective. Life gets easier when you're happier, and similary tough when you're down. It doesn't really matter how tiring the day is, or how fucked up your superiors get at you, i don't know why i'm iced cold. Maybe because i'm RCC trained, your tolerance for all these tend to be higher. If you call this kinda schedule tough, then you aint no see nothing yet kids. We're on easy ground i swear.

Week 7 is something we all look forward to. I used to look forward to it, but now i kind of don't. The reality that time is running up and i have to do something frightens me. Because whatever initiative i take, its like putting a dagger through my heart and hopes. But so what.

I'm running out of means and ways to be myself. Because if it takes another to love, i'll be another. Because i'll do anything for you, i'll suck it up. I'll be upset, i'll feel sick and gutted if its the right thing to do. I'll not sleep and i'll ponder over things you not know about.

Time to pack up and go.