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And these are the times where I feel like giving up on the world, to stop pursuing everything I know I want, just because it gets a little too difficult, and I become a little too tired. These are the times where I can't be bothered to be politically correct, not bothering to hide any bit of emotion to anyone around me. 

Sometimes you've got to know which battles to fight - sometimes you've got to know whose side you're on. 

Finals in a week + a little bit and I've still covered no ground. It's strange to give a damn about these exams in my school, but I suppose thanks to the influx of many local students, it's not that strange anymore. Honestly - I'd really like to stop studying Y = C+I+G(+(X-M), if you must), and just take a break. I've not been able to read a book for leisure for the entire year, I haven't taken out my camera just to shoot whatever interests me, and I haven't been able to sit at the piano to learn a piece I really like for the past three months. But I guess this is what you call collateral damage. 

It's Friday evening and I can honestly say I'm exhausted. I've no more energy to spend on tearing down the walls and revealing true intentions. I've no more energy to suck it up and face whatever I need to face. I've no more energy to hold up the pressure pushing me down. 

Collateral damage Hannah, collateral damage. 

(Still really grateful for all Jesus keeps blessing me with though - I can never afford to take that for granted.)