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Another semester, another bad start to exams. Progressively became more and more despondent as I started on each new question. It's even more depressing because I actually did put in effort for this. Shall leave it behind and pray for the best.

There isn't much time left for me to give thought about what I want to specialize in. Studying Signals and Systems was actually quite nice. The thought was to head in that direction, but after that disaster of a paper, maybe not.

We'll see how the rest goes.

#study

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Why would anyone want to talk to me?
Why would anyone want to have lunch with me?
Why would anyone want to accompany me?
I wouldn't.
There are things I could and should do, but I will not.
Maybe it makes me vulnerable and that's why I don't.
Back to that same old place again.

I made up my mind to forget and move on. But days like the past few pins me firmly to my heart. 
Be careful what you wish for, for it may come true, and it may not be what you truly want deep down. Though it would be a simpler ache to just be able to accept nonchalance, rather than to lose the concern.

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