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Sitting here and reflecting...

nothing really comes to mind.

My life has been revolving around schoolwork day in and day out now that bowling is temporarily out of the picture. I cannot even procrastinate in peace. Every minute wasted is like another straw on the camel's back.

It mocks me, my clock.

The doubts are almost overwhelming.

My father's words never fail to hurt. He makes me feel that praying is a crime I should not commit.

I am tired, I admit. But backing down now and giving up is out of the question.