Worry at Nothing's sake

It seems that the hopeless days pass by endlessly. Worrisome me, willing the time to slow down, yet, it goes against my wishes. Have I sufficient time and motivation to burry myself with books, before the dreaded examinations.

 

Now, I make a solemn promise -the least, I start to mug this Saturday. 

 

Whenever I stint on reading, it appears that my worded sentences do not flow; I know not how to word the words. Why is that? Could I just be too tired or do I need reminders on how to write? I am utterly mortified at myself for that; wherefore I need a reference to write when I am an exemplary essay writer at English Class.

 

Okay, I need not waste more time on all this; it is getting me no where. Loudly I proclaim(figuratively), 'King Logen of Hotness, shall lay down and reach the gates of dreamland!'

 

 

 

 

 

 

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