Questions

Well, I was studying for exams at the end of semester? And I just didn't want to study anymore (considering that half of them are already done and I still have 3 papers left)

As Semester draws to an end,

Finals loom 'round the corner.

Brain's in a mess, 

Room in tatters.

Boxes scattered everywhere,

Some empty, half-filled or full.

What am I doing here again?

Trapped within four walls,

Held down by unwanted responsibility.

Drowning in paper, 

Armed with pens.

Why am I trapped here?

Sitting in a freezing room looking out the tiny window,

Envious as the sun warms all outside.

Where is the meaning of all this?

Who cursed me with this life?