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I'm stressed up and I have no idea what I am doing and saying.
I'm confused and I have no idea what to do to calm myself down.
The thought that time is running up and I dreaded.
The thought that things get clashed up and I panicked.
I thought you are the one who understand me but no you are not.
Sometimes I refused to accept the fact that you are in army and I'm schooling.
I'm not a working adult and I don't have weekends off.
I need my weekends to study for now.
And you blamed me for not being able to go on dating with you.
This moment you went disappointed knowing that I need to spend my weekends studying.
The next moment you asked me to jiayou.
What is this contradicting thing going on?
You blamed me, that's all I know.
You have no idea how stressful I can get.
My As are gone, I predicted it.
I dread seeing B, C, D in my results.
I hate the fact that my GPA is dropping and dropping.
Imagine you are one 3.9 student in the past and you saw 3.5 in your next semester GPA.
And now what?
3.5 and below?
Gosh, that's just so disheartening for me.
Time is seriously running out and I don't have much time to study.
I'm feeling much better typing all these out.
Speaking words from the bottom of my heart, I felt much relieved.
I gonna get back to work - finish up another FMA paper and I will be done for a total of 5 papers. You know what's so disappointing?
I don't seem to know FMA well enough to get an A yet even after doing all the papers.
It's always accounts that is stressing me out.
And I can't seem to memorise Elit and Om.
Hopefully I won't screw everything and please I hate to see B, C or D, and no fail please.
I tell myself to finish Fma by today, do you think it's possible?
Never try never know?
Yes, I am going to calm myself down with chocolate and continue with my work.
Somehow I'm lying to myself that I forsee an A for Fma and Elit.
Even though B can bring me to A for Elit, I'm stressed.
And I need a high A to get myself an A for FMA.
Setting aside Om, which is gone case - first time in my life, I got a 53 for my test.
Horrible like hell.
If only I can scream out loud and not get complaint by my neighbour. Labels: Life is all about stress
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