Nothing but drama

Just when I thought I was over it, I just couldn't help but to hate myself for my academic standing last semester. I know I could have done better, if only I could turn back time. Nakakainis. Remembering those sleepless nights to finish my financial statements, reviewing for physics long exams, overdosed body with caffeine, LB weekends, I know I deserve better than those singko. Acceptance is harder knowing that I was once a survivor. Now I'm depressed with my plain 15 units, worried about my delayed graduation, insecure with my friends with 20 units for this semester but I'm more than challenged enough to prove my worth in this University. Life goes on, and so do I.