Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I haven’t been feeling well initially, that shock doesn’t even need to settle in for me to accept my fate. Maybe it has something to do with the worry that intestinal monsters keep purring around my insides, roaring adamantly for several days already, that I just don’t care anymore about my grades: what’s important is that I stay alive from this ordeal. I know misfortunes come in bundles, and being at the verge of puking every other hour leaves me stoic—exhibiting a poker face (as my Ninong would say) and tendencies to cry more on today’s 100 Days to Heaven episode than on failing this stupid subject.

So… what do I do now?

Adios, cum laude standing, that’s for sure. It’s inevitable we have to part.

Adios, BPI-DOST Award nomination, they can’t accept me now. At least I don’t have to finish my manuscript before November 30. Maybe I can skip thesis tomorrow since my stomach is still infested with whatever noisy creatures I can’t imagine?

Adios, self-confidence. Oh wait, I lost you a long time ago, didn’t I?

At least it seems as if my scholarships won’t be gone (I hope). 

This is me trying to cheer myself up (in a way), and it’s such a shame that whenever I return to blogging I keep on posting about misfortunes. Fuck I really don’t want to repeat this blasted subject. And I swear there’s this fucking Gyarados in my stomach.

EDIT: I wish I focused more on my other subjects. This is way irreparable.