i never liked coffee

first fyp, now this. getting really tired of the very real possibility of critical failure accompanying all the apparently major milestones coming my way these days, when i do not know whether to be ecstatic or horribly, mind-numbingly afraid. the real kicker, of course, is the silent acknowledgement that it ultimately boils down to my own doing. the flavour of humour these days is decidedly bitter, and blindingly dark.