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Tuesday, September 14, 2010 . 9/14/2010 05:58:00 PM

I'm going through one of the worst years in my years of studying. It's probably the worst anyway.

I know the reason. I know my flaws. 

I have no interest.

I'm super lazy to actually pick it up and study on my own.

Math really isn't a strong point of mine.

Logic don't come to me that easily. 

I'm stupid.

I just don't like studying. 

I don't like the way I deal with things too.



I'm really prepared to stay for another semester. 

But I don't think I can ever prepare the consequences of not graduating with everyone else.