To the Brave Souls to whom this letter is addressed to,

You are about to embark on a great crusade. A journey of vast proportions, a path of unrivalled peril and depressing shrouds of mental failure. You will be sorely tested, placed on a course of challenges and trials that will undermine the strength of your will, weaken your heart and crush your spirits, so that you will be left defeated and abandoned by the dreams that you so determinedly grasp.

But you will not fear it, nor shall you look upon it as an entity of despair. Arouse your spirits and summon your strengths, warriors. Yes, you are warriors. Warriors who defend the core of their love, who fight for their freedom and the sanctity of their minds. You will stare it in the eye; the dark chasms that threaten to pull you within, and you will fight it, and you will prevail.

So pick up your pens and pencils. Organize your notes and dust out the text books under your desks. Revise and research, study and learn, for knowledge is your greatest strength, and the pen your sword and armour. Remember your dreams, and know your love. Seize victory, and you seize future. Fight for yourself, and you shall fight for others.

Fight, and win.

And a diploma is forever yours.

With deep regards,

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

My sanity is degrading. Considerably.

But I am not so arrogant enough as to claim that I’ve been poring endlessly over notes and text-books, plunging myself deep into immeasurable pressure and depressing hours of revision; the most I’ve done is sum up a bunch of last minute notes to throw at the examiner and pray for a marginal pass. The procrastinating plague is still strong in me, and it takes a little more than some panic-stricken moments and jovial inspirations to siphon it.

Hence it is not the pressure that is robbing my mental health, but the gloom it manages to cast over the workings of the world that I reside in.

Everyone is in a snappish mood; aggression mounts to cautious levels and the pressure they bear weighs down under their eyes, forming grim shadows beneath weary pupils. I see smiles, but they project an unbreakable barrier of dismal trepidation that unwittingly turns me into a wrecking circumspect.

Argh. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.

Chill J-E, chill.

It only means that you, too, should be picking up your books and start bloody revision.

After this blog, my precariously wary shoulder angel. After this post.

Now, you said it already. Don’t go back on your words.

Yeah, yeah. I promise I won’t.

Good. And don’t forget to say what I always told you to say.

Yes, yes, I’m not forgetting it. *ahem*

Goodnight people.

(There. There’s a good human. Aren’t you glad that I’m your conscience? Hm? Hm?)

(*&^%$!%I’’llshowyouconsience@&^!&*)