Hm.

It's 11.30 pm now. I've finished a powerpoint and am still printing out slide handouts for tomorrow's aesthetics showcase, and doing the script, and helping out with my dad's primary school's EL debate team in their competition prep, and I have totally left like 95% of my holiday homework untouched. Ergo, I am so truly and honestly screwed for the start of Term 2.

I feel unmotivated, because I'm having those moments where I start to question the entire point of studying. And I don't feel rested at all. I'll be the one laughing bitterly at one corner of the quadrangle tomorrow when the principal welcomes everyone back, assuming that everyone had a very wonderful and rejuvenating break.

Uh huh