The second trimester final's here again. It's endless studying, black ringed eyes and distractions seems to be coming in every direction. And yes, I admit. I don't think I've put in 100% effort into my studying as to what my sister does. She's always reading her alkenes and alkanes or whatever medical students have to read.

I'm just, dude, I know this, skip. Ah man, I know this stuff. Boo, skip.

Which is kind of worrying. I've always wanted to feel the stress of studying for a final paper. Okay, does anxiety counts? I find it hard to sleep and breathe the day before a paper.

I called you a few times today, hoping you would pick up the phone, just to hear your voice to give me motivation, but to no avail. It's okay.

All the best folks, I'm going to calculate how much inventory I have in my imaginary company.