verity of a senior's existence
stress.
i eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. i consume it before going to bed too. there's just so much to do and not much time and ENERGY to do it. i am supposed to be writing my formal theme right now, but i am too bored to do that. so maybe the field trip is exciting (helluva!), but i still dont see how complaining about it will make me feel better.
i've just done my cle work, and its such a waste of time. i haven't learned anything at all. that's probably why im not very religous though i try, my teacher's just got this way of un-converting me. haha!
and the play isn't going nowhere. we get so stressed by it, but we're not producing anything in the first place. even the intrams is going to the dogs (ugh! how cliche`!).
pucha! my friends are worried. im no longer the bubbly, happy-go-lucky macci they used to know. im becomin much more cynical, and my mature and silent nature is shining through big time!
i will no longer blame barbe (even if i know in the conscious and subconscious parts of my mind that it is acceptable and is fitting to do so) for all the misfits and gloom i exibit. it's no one elses fault but my brain's. psychologicaly speaking, i am getting stressed because i actually want to be stressed. i want to always do something, but in the long run, i dont know how to manage everything naman.
basta!! aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!
i just want to break down. if only i knew how to cry and pour it all out. as in pouurr it alll out. :(
i might need professional help. (wow! that proves that im already mad mad mad!)
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
