A rare morning.

The same procedure. Ignore homework, go back to school, finish it while the teacher goes through it and hand up a pile of shit.

The feeling is always different whenever I talk to my ex-classmates. It's like looking at your future self when having a conversation with them. You know where you are going and with the talk you're more determined to do something about it. I'm still having doubts about my ambition and my future profession though. I don't want to end up doing what I like with an empty pocket.

Anyway, I have to survive through school tomorrow first.