One day after my breakup (which was at 11pm, it really is less than 12 hours later) in January, I got out of bed and dragged myself to class. When the lights were switched off and one of my classmates was giving a presentation - I forget the topic but remember the classmate - I cried silently. I had dragged myself out of bed because I didn't want to miss class.
Now after getting my first year results, I decided to take a day off work to replace all those days I pushed myself, all for grades. In exchange for the uselessness of pushing myself then, I refuse to push myself to work today when I feel terrible. Pushing myself, it seems, has never brought me any net benefit.
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