It is time for some regurgitation. I have never felt such a sense of confusion after leaving an exam hall. All the mind maps of notes created for the exam literally became a bed of clouds that I could only float in. I could not grasp them, I could not catch any of them, I couldn’t even say I felt them or that they felt any warmth from my hands or body for any tiny form of condensation to occur. God, I want to jump off a cliff. So now I try to over-compensate whatever importance of philosophical theories I’ve missed in the paper with personal mental activity. Yeah, I fucking understand rationalism. But René why did I confuse your theories with Berkeley’s? Was it because I didn’t have an extra shot in my coffee this morning? If I could stab myself now I would, but I also want to be like Wolverine who heals every time. Perhaps the most frustrating factor is that I completely blew up the one time I get to fully vomit the thousands of words I’ve learnt specifically for this. Seems like I’ve got a knack for blowing up opportunities. I’m just so good at crying over spilt milk. With more relevance to general time and season change, it is rather hard to believe that it’s November. Where did 2013 go? Still distracted. Back to completing that sign to stick on my forehead during future exam periods. It says fuck off, stressed girl alert in red.