Procrastination is the art of keeping up with the past. PaTHetic!

Man, what am i doing here after 3 bootless hours of redundant and unproductve snoozing,not having any guilt of ruining a paper in the morning. The thought of 'StartistiK bao fail' ran ramphantly in my mind last night that i broke down when i failed to even attempt a single question on confidence interval, confirming the thought. Surmise that the thought is gonna come true inferring from the meagre number of questions i attempted with much perplexity. PaTHetic. Crummy result expected. Saw a face ravaged by tautness and sleepless nights in the mirror. Panda eyes and whatnot. Sombra is the phase.

Everything ebbs inevitably defying fervid belief of perpetuality. Things hang on , albeit with much struggle day and night. Is it better tempestuous or sweet and peaceful, yet cloying...

Le petit carnard