exhaustion is a drug,
seeps into your bones
clings.
then comes the cracks,
lines the facade you live.
clinging.
until everything falls
piece by piece.
clung.
i feel very tired. one day full of maths with very little rest will do that to you. one day of hell because of two days of procrastination. ITS STILL WORTH IT. oh well. math, the bane of my existence, the origin of my ode to sorrow. how i abhor thee! (: but embrace thee i shalt, for the sake of my A!
(but i'm still very tired)
i need/want/will sleep. soon.
on a positive note, i played pretty well during league yesterday against New Pioneer, UCSC won 3-1 :) yay! i hope we can get champions. like really badly. i won lizzie, 3-1. FINALLY. a win is always sweeter after a loss. i odn't think its because i improved in the 1 and a half months since i last played her. if anything, i should've deproved, looking at my sucky training schedule- non-existent- i think its because i just feel calmer, more at peace with myself, maybe steadier mentally? and i always feel like im getting to know the game better, or FINALLY beginning to get to know the game. zeslene had a close fight lost 3-2 but it was REALLY close. everyone played pretty well.
its worth the muscle ache.
to bed i shall descend!
bonne nuit!
