Hey hey people, SOFTNWET here—back from the depths of academic hell to bring you your (formerly) daily entertainment.
So, where have I been? Oh, you know… just fighting for my life against the single most soul-crushing event known to humankind: the national exam. Yeah, that thing. If stress had a final boss, this would be it. I'm talking about the kind of test that makes you question your life choices, your sanity, and whether Newton really needed to invent physics in the first place.
Let me tell you, I've been through a rollercoaster of emotions these past weeks. I've lost weight, gained it back, developed what I like to call "exam-induced schizophrenia," and reached a point where my only two moods are "panic" and "denial." I even started talking to my textbooks—mostly to apologize for ignoring them all semester.
And since some of you don't know, I live in an Asian country where the national entrance exam is so brutal it makes Dark Souls look like Animal Crossing. I swear, every time I study, I can hear the Elden Ring boss music faintly playing in the background. Teachers can only say "just do your best," but that's like telling someone in a burning building to "just stay calm."
So yeah, between surviving this academic apocalypse and juggling my other responsibilities, my writing has been put on hiatus. I know, tragic. But trust me, it's either that or I start writing my chapters in caffeine-induced hallucinations, and no one wants to see me describe a fighting scene while crying over a math equation.
Don't worry though—once I'm done with this nightmare, I'll rise from the ashes like a depressed phoenix with a diploma. Until then, thank you for your patience, your support, and for not sacrificing me to the algorithm gods.
See you all when I pass this exam—or when it passes me first.
God help me :/