I'm not that happy to be honest.
I feel this great pressure on me. I hate it.
I feel like just running away and just leaving all my deadlines and demands to rot away.
But I know they won't go away. And that time is not unlimited. It unbearable.
I had a crappy day. I am no fun.
I've got fed up of things. Myself. Which is worrying. I can tell I'm no fun, that I'm different, boring nad quiet. If I can notice it, then everyone else does too.
I missed Law today, I had a headache, and I was worried about a test because I wanted to do well. I should have been able to write my Film essay tonight, but instead it took me all evening and its a pile of garbage. I know it. My teacher is going to know it. I can do better, but I just don't feel right.
I have a very important thing to sort out about my Oxford application, but instead, I keep quiet and the problem is left unattended.
Tomorrow is tuesday, and I hate it. Its my busiest day. I don't know if I'll cope.
Flossie continues to toy in my mind. I don't know if I should invite her to my birthday.
My birthday party. I'm having it, its on the 9th. Thats just 10 days away and I still haven't given out the invitations or anything.
How did it all get like this? I find it so hard to be possitive. I am possitive, and I don't just act that way because its a nice idea. I believe it. I think I do anyways. Hard to know whats certain these days, when things you think is impossible seem to find a way into your life.
I'm suppose to be enjoying myself. I'm suppose to be having fun. Instead I'm being crushed.
I AM SORTING MY LIFE OUT ON WEDNESDAY.
I HOPE TOMORROW GOES OKAY.
I feel like just running away and just leaving all my deadlines and demands to rot away.
But I know they won't go away. And that time is not unlimited. It unbearable.
I had a crappy day. I am no fun.
I've got fed up of things. Myself. Which is worrying. I can tell I'm no fun, that I'm different, boring nad quiet. If I can notice it, then everyone else does too.
I missed Law today, I had a headache, and I was worried about a test because I wanted to do well. I should have been able to write my Film essay tonight, but instead it took me all evening and its a pile of garbage. I know it. My teacher is going to know it. I can do better, but I just don't feel right.
I have a very important thing to sort out about my Oxford application, but instead, I keep quiet and the problem is left unattended.
Tomorrow is tuesday, and I hate it. Its my busiest day. I don't know if I'll cope.
Flossie continues to toy in my mind. I don't know if I should invite her to my birthday.
My birthday party. I'm having it, its on the 9th. Thats just 10 days away and I still haven't given out the invitations or anything.
How did it all get like this? I find it so hard to be possitive. I am possitive, and I don't just act that way because its a nice idea. I believe it. I think I do anyways. Hard to know whats certain these days, when things you think is impossible seem to find a way into your life.
I'm suppose to be enjoying myself. I'm suppose to be having fun. Instead I'm being crushed.
I AM SORTING MY LIFE OUT ON WEDNESDAY.
I HOPE TOMORROW GOES OKAY.