why am i doing this? still holding on to it knowing it's not going to get me anywhere. today, i chose to escape, or to put it nicely, i chose not to waste one hour staring and laughing at the paper and writing rubbish. but what is one hour compared to hours spent getting my brain confused and trying to keep my eyes open. why should i betray my heart, sometimes i would rather let my heart overrule and give my mind a break. afterall, how can i succeed in something which i don't even enjoy. but do i have a choice now? i can't escape forever. i'm going to get myself out of this. when there's a will, there's a way. the only way i can think of now is nothing but MUG!!!