It's torturing

It's Final Exam time. Again.
You gotta gracefully turn yourself in exam mode.
No matter how fucking reluctant you are.
In fact, you're really not into it.
You don't really give a fuck about that.
But this is fated. You got no choice but to follow it.
So ended up squeezing all the books into your mind.
You cannot miss even a single page a single line a tiny word a theory etc.
You keep telling yourself with the never-ending motivation stories.
You enlarge your targets and goals to energise, refresh and sustain your efforts.
In the end you see the halo of victory.
Surrounding you faithfully.
Your life wouldn't be lousy anymore.
Your hardship leads you to another climb.
Dream what you dream and wishing tenderly for it to come true.
So you gotta try and make it nice.
Although it's a wee bit of torturing.