Like a drama.

The library.

The noise was unbearable with everyone around chatting their ways about holidays and irrelevant topics.

And he has much to think about.
And his mood isn't the greatest one.
Much of his luck went down the drain recently.

The lack of money hampers his plans. His cosplay conventions needed money, food needs money, paintballing weekend needs money, his rent needs money. Forcibly maybe...he has to abandon his cosplay visits for now. And now, he, in search of a part-time job yet again...a waiter or a kitchen hand.

Assignment wise, a multitude of them piling up as pressures of life. Currently at this point of writing, his group members failings have decided to take a toll on M; writing 85% of the report for 4 members...isn't what he had in mind. And their innate ability to not show up together in group meetings or making excuses, somewhat making him increasingly angry. And after an hour waiting, none of them decided to turn up.

Failing University was also another problem and burdening his parents. He does not want to...but it seems, the increasing standards of work making life harder than it is already. Failing might be a reality.

And to top that, his health is deteriorating and becoming somewhat weak and frail. His mind concurred a standing resolution of jealousy and anger, love and hate. His heart still not mended, still broken. His "soul-mate" sealing her heart ever so well, and still no words.

Who would be there to save him now?
To provide a shoulder to hang on to.
To give him a burst of good luck.
To motivate him...and mend his heart.

And he ponders...with a headache.
Like a drama.

Misconception of realities.