My nights suddenly seem so boring and empty. And I feel like I've got completely nothing to do.

And I suddenly remembered that I really should be looking for a job. Or at least praying that they'll get back to me. I'm kinda pinning my hopes on this.

I've thought about it for so long that entire week. Well, it is true that the money is good. But I really think it'll help me out a lot. Especially with all these problems we've been having lately. They just keep piling up. And everyday when I get the mail, it just feels like it's neverending.

I really think I should rely on myself, rather than expect her to pay for it.

And I guess it really is my fault I can't get into a government funded university.

Even though I really spent a lot of time studying and sacrificing everything else. I really really think I tried hard. And I really thought I achieved better than I thought I could. And I said I'd be happy if I got over 70 points. And I did. But I didn't feel happy when I got my results. I don't know why, and still don't know why. Maybe it's because I realised then that it still wasn't good enough. But I really really thought it was much better than I thought I could achieve.

This sucks.