I feel empty and useless on a normal friday night. Is it because I'm not keeping up with schoolwork though there's so little to be done? Not being proactive and hardworking in getting more fyp done. Sleeping too late and not going for lessons. It could be because of driving, my total ineptitude in taking the test. Freaking useless in the test. Couldn't even survive 5 seconds of the stress. And gone, gone, gone, wasting all my parents' money (I vow to pay them back). It could be because I make weird decisions that I actually don't want to make. That seem harmless but come and bite back at me in a very long-winded way. I want to stop doing things that make me worry. I want my carefree, purposeful life. I don't want to spend lonely nights in a dark and dingy room being melancholic over nothing and everything. Stop it, stop it.

I wish that my euphoria in triumph could have lasted a longer time, but I rarely get my cake and eat it. I'm happy about floorball, proud too, and I should think more about my successes rather than my defeats. And there's no merit in worry at all except more stress, when you can't anything, so quit it.