The clock is ticking.

Had hist test today.

Got back our SS test and for once seeing my marks i felt hopeful of my future and studies.

I got 16/17 anyway, not that'd you'd care.

It's funny how something so insignificant to someone can mean so much to me.

That's just me. I make safe bets. Too safe that i don't bother pushing myself.

Maybe that's the reason why i suck at everything.

It's just that i'm so afraid. Afraid that if i set my sights up too high, I'll fall back into a pit of nothingness.

About my test, it wasn't hard at all-i knew everything like the back of my palm

but, really, the only thing i could've wished for was for more time.

Ironic right? Wouldn't that be like the last thing i'd wish for? For more

Time.

Heck, i'd wish for less.

My life that is. But who am i to decide how long (or short) i live.

I am a nobody after all. I should just treat my life like how i treat other things.

Live for the sake of living.

Eat for the sake of eating.

Study for the sake of studying.

Like a robot. See my life wouldn't be so miserable if i had something to live for.

Well really, not that i don't only thing's that i have just as many reasons not to.

It's like a battle. A race. A huge gamble on my listless.

Life.

One wrong move and that's it;

Good Bye, world.