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Friday, July 16, 2010 . 7/16/2010 12:06:00 AM

You know? Writing this report makes me want to write! I mean, not write another report, since it's gonna give me a nightmare, and a headache, but I want to go back to writing my fictions. I still have several unfinished documents with drafts of stories I was about to post onto the internet.

I just finished my report. I'm tired after writing it, as perfectly as I can (well, I gotta admit, there's a bit of cheating), but it's a satisfying piece of work. But knowing me, I sometimes disappoint myself when the marks come back to me.

Well, I pray for optimism. I want to succeed. I want to be able to prove something. And I wish for the best.
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