one tall double shot espresso caramel affogato.
i could stay there for hours, you know, with me glued to the couch. just not cramming up on iterated integration; or figuring out what happened to my physics exam this morning which i woke up at 1 for. i can't even imagine myself still sane a year from now, what with all the reputation of engineering courses being suicide and all. i don't want to be the cliche of a messed up teenager in pursuit of balance of a double life--the girl who lives up for the delusioned expectation of her parents, and the girl in search for her own identity. sometimes i just don't know what to do, or which to follow. what's sad is, i don't know how or what to believe, even when the truth is already right in front of my face.
and one thing, i cannot believe college is so much like high school just because. or is it that high school is really life as a whole per se? i don't know.
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