optical illusion. i hope.

the constant reminder of exams and mugging keeps ringing in my head.
i seriously hope that the saying is true. "one reap what one sow"

"what fears? what fears am i experiencing?"

if u ask me, i call this national slavery. the paper. i need to obtain it for my survivial in this country. for better living, for my own esteem.
pissed. but what can i do?

i hate to admit. this is fucked up.

on a lighter note;
they told me that i was wearing the smile while talking about him.