Read The Lines In The Mirror Through The Lipstick Trace

this week has been like a fucking roller coaster of emotion.
prepared like crazy for definite integral only to be fucked up by differentiation instead. because i thought differentiation was too fucking easy. what a shithead i was.
you're leaving me hanging in the dark
then i had a first. being totally lost in an exam. if not for axel's big handwriting and his cheatsheet i wouldnt even have done the 23marks that i did.
i cant read your mind.
training later that day was screwed up cos my whole body was still screwed up by derrick ong's killer pe session on tuesday. i still cant bend backwards now.
i wish i knew how you feel. then i could stop wasting time.
and i had to sprain my right hand later that day after training. this effectively rules out playing basketball on saturday with the dudes.
and i probably wouldnt be able to go out with you.
sigh.