I am disappointed at how weak-willed I truly am. I guess I 'deserve' it after all.

Anyway, I realise whenever I'm particularly frustrated with myself, I ride my bike differently. It seems as though the vehicles on the road turn hostile, and I forget that cars are but people in metal boxes on wheels. I suddenly feel as though these people, or things, are getting into my way on purpose (much like how many drivers think I'm getting into their way on purpose).

But the demented part is I seem to half-want them to run over me. It must be another one of my subconscious desires towards escapism.

Not good.

Ah, exams seem to be coming. So far results: below expectations, average / under average. FYP 0% completed.

On other news another spoke broke today as I was swimming to school. Botheration.