A good night's sleep is not making me feel any better. Or perhaps a night riddled with dreams is not considered a good rest. I guess only time will heal everything. Perhaps it is all fated. Perhaps something good might happen to me to offset the disappointment I'm feeling now, just like how someone whose head got shitted on by a bird tends to strike the lottery. Or perhaps it is just my own way of consoling myself. I might feel better when school starts. At least it will keep my mind occupied.

信じられない