Its that intangible taste of despair yet again.
3 semesters down/more, no one can said I didnt try. I am like a perfectionist stuck in the boots of a failure.
However high my head's up in the sky, my feet would always be on the ground. And there's where it would always be.
Aim for the stars, and even if you miss you'll land amongst the clouds and thats all you'll ever be doing, aiming.