venting
I fucken hate life. Between not being able to talk to shelly often, having like only a couple hours a day to myself, and the feeling of having a fucken shotgun on the back of my head ready to go off any time I don't get something done. Well, it's going to go off again, because I don't fucken understand my signals h/w, the book isnt helping, the notes arent helping, and I don't give a damn about it now to ask another student for help. There goes another chunk of my grade. I honestly feel like my grades are going to be shit this semester, even though I'm doing my best. I just dont have time for anything, so then my body evenually, like now, forces time for me, thus my productivity goes down, and i get further behind. I love life. I love the fact I feel like I'm failing and I have no control over it, since its all cercumstances and other things not in my control. I feel like a guy up creak with out a paddle. I hate this.
P.S. if you don't wanna hear this, kiss my ass, I need to vent...
P.S. if you don't wanna hear this, kiss my ass, I need to vent...