I'm tired of writing essays. 3 essays in one week is waay too much. I just realized that Midterms are next week. I'm going to die. Because I always do. Things (like usual) aren't working out for me with Mr.Wonderful...and I'm sick of it. I can only take it so much, and my utter pathetisism is too painful to watch over and over again like a movie on the rewind/play option. My parents are a) stressing me out, and b) are mad at me because I refuse to succumb to their level of paranoia [long story]. It's hard being 4,000 miles away, and not being able to call without being purposefully aggravated. Another thing that is really frustrating, is that for some reason, they think that all I do is fool around here. Every time i say, "well i just have a lot of work, X number of tests, and Y number of essays to write" they always say that I'm slacking off, and that I should be studying more. It's never enough for them. And it probably never will be. I don't do anything, except eat, sleep, go to class, go to work, and study. I only see my friends at the cafeteria and in class, because all other hours I am studying. Oh yeah, and to top it off, is it too much to ask for the tv to work normally without being fuzzy? My favorite show was on tonight, and the screen kept jumping around. I mean COME ON.
Why is genuine affection so hard to find?
I think what kills me the most, is the thing I've wanted more than anything in my life I can't have. I've walked away so many times, only to turn around and come back to it...and now, if i walk away again, there will be no road back. WHY ME?! WWWHHHYYY???!
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