tell me about it

Okay the story of my Sunday is just too long and complicated to go through - save that it was a real rollercoaster of angry-frustrated-happy-blissful-satiated-annoyed-pissed off-grumpy-happy-augh-irritated.

Schoolwork is picking up and I’m getting really swamped - I can feel the pressure building from every side and I feel a bit like I’m in one of those old trash compactors. You know, the type they always show in old TV shows where someone’s stuck in a room with the walls closing in on all sides. So many things and people are giving me pressure and my head’s about to explode like Mosling’s stove.

It’s just so frustrating that I’m not understood, that things are not explainable to the people who opinions I value. At the same time heartwarming that some people do understand and are supportive. Why can’t people just be nice.

Time oh please pass quickly, I’m so tired of studying, I’m so tired of waiting for all this to be over, I need a fresh new year and a new start.