10 more days to first paper of promos- GP. getting very stressed out, hate seeing my term papers returned. Hate the grades and I so have to buck up.

10 days. miracles need to happen before I do well. sigh.

lack of sleep, maybe that's why I've been driven up the wall so much. You don't want to think of anything, you don't want to. but when it hits you, you're clueless again.

don't need anyone around. it's a sad, sad situation. clearly is. but i seriously think someone got it all wrong.

i'd hang my lucky charm over my bed,
pray somehow my pipe dreams would stop.
wake up knowing u're stuck in some fad,
yet escapism would be just another flop.

BAH.