Dear Diary..

I've always thought about how it will feel having a diary. Will writing how I feel make me feel less worse, I often wonder. But then again, a diary is seen as a girly thing, men don't get too emotional to want to get a diary. They bottle it up and go about their duties like a real man should.

All of that is bullshit of course, so here we go.

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Dear Diary...

School is tough. I'm currently writing my third year examination but I feel like dropping out already. The stress of being a student in a country where nothing works except for your money is becoming overwhelming these days. I try to hold on, to fight, but every time I win a battle, another one comes up. It's almost as if someone somewhere is bent on making sure I end up a failure.

The recent battle is the school fees ultimatum. I've come to realise that people in power no longer pretend like they care about us their subjects, like they used to do in the past. We recently got a new rector in our school and this man is hell bent on making enough money for himself before he leaves office or get impeached hopefully.

The new rector has made it compulsory that all fees be paid before we finish our exams, a task that seems impossible to me but I'm getting there, day by day, penny by penny.

I look forward to this time next year when I become a graduate and look back at all of this and laugh. I will come back to this post and just smile as I read through because then I will remember how I fought hard and won even when all of the odds were against me.

I know I will be fine, I've got no choice but to be fine. I just can't wait to be done with this exam and leave this godforsaken place and go back to my family, a place where real happiness is.

Well, until we meet again dear diary, wish me luck.