I am just tired. And hope is 46 days away. I shall drag on, with whatever energy remained. Don't scold me if I am looking tired, don't scold me if I am skipping lessons, don't scold me if my lifestyle isn't changing for the better. It's not that I am not trying to, it's that my spirit is so low that I am losing self-control, that I am allowing myself to make up excuses for all my imperfections, that I am even allowing others to help me come up with excuses to ease my dissonance.