I hate it when I enter a classroom and have nothing to say. Or rather, when I have too many things to say but it gets sucked out from the space in my head.

SE project done, 2 more term papers to go. Please god, give me the strength to last till 6 November. Please, please. I promise I'll be good. Please give me the strength to complete my essays. I want to be able to sleep in my bed comfortably again, not with heaps of library books next to me and/or at my wooden desk, thanks.

It's never good to play with feelings. At least for now, I don't want to make the same mistake again.