This material desire keeps overwhelming me.
I can't seem to conceal my apprehension which all have strong persuasive contexts, weakening my rational justifications to get this and that.

The melancholy conviction that I still have one and a half year of college life to go is killing me.
I'm really trying very hard not to drown myself in that to-kill thought.
I need more than a cheerful countenance.

It's more than outward.
It is the inside that matters.

I want a change.
A change that you'll call it a turn towards perfection.