"Why am I doing this to myself?"

True, very true indeed. These few words of wisdom are scribbeled on the wall of one of these little cabins inside that public libary which I call my second home right now. Well, why am I? It's hard to find an accurate answer. It it really anbitiousness? Or just fear? Insecurity? No idea... But on days like this, the question keeps popping up in my mind.

"Don't give up, even though you think that you can't make it!"

Some more words of wisdom that another anonymous writer felt compelled to share with the libary walls...
Can I make it? Sure can.
But again... on days like this, even the magic number of remaining days (18 from today) loses it's soothing effect. I study 14 hours a day. Get up in the dark, study, go to sleep...
It's gets to me. I know that this all ends very soon, but on days like this...
I wish that you could be here to hold me cause I fear that otherwise I'd crumble to pieces.