Some people in this world are so damn lucky. They're so damn happy. It makes me a little sick.

Yes, I'm jealous. I already know.

Hate life so much right now.

Exams. Relationship. Shitty people. Shitty friends. Insomnia.


I swear, I now officially live at the library because I'm there practically everyday for at least 6 hours.

I don't sleep.

I hardly eat.

I stare at screens all day.

All the breakdowns, the crying, the disappointment. Hate life.

Who likes this shit. Not one thing is great right now. Everything sucks.
Hurray.

Hate people who are like this

Saw my ex boyfriend on Friday afternoon in the city

And I didn't recognize him at first, but when I did I thought '...Sh-, he's a ..big.'

Yeah, I'm not terribly nice, I know. But! If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it all right? :)

In other news, I think I'm high. Haven't had coffee in a while. Attempted pulling an all nighter last night but instead I fell asleep. It wasn't even a good kind of sleep, just mediocre light sleeping. What kind of life is this when you can't even sleep well? Might have to go to the doctors for more sleeping pills.. ugh.

Anyhow.

/commence sarcasm-
Business law & ethics. Woohoo.
/end sarcasm

Life why must you be such a dickhead?

What with accounting nom nom nomming at my brain. Law and ethics sucking out my soul. Social & Organisational Psychology tearing off my limbs. Research Design and Data Analysis slowly devouring me whole.

Blargh.

But to think positively, only four more weeks. Then semester finals and then four weeks of pure freedom and living off the allowance my parents give me. And as much as I would want a social life. I know I'm just gonna stay inside and eat my gummy candies and ice cream and watch My Little Pony until the holidays are over.

Yeah, I have no life.

But this past holiday, I sort of did have a life. For some time. Haha

I'll blog about it another day. I have some accounting errors to fix. Damn you, you piece of shit.

Sweet Jesus...

Your only defences are a hot water bottle and some good tea. You have no weapons to combat your mortal enemy, and you will come within inches of death.

Do not argue with a chick who has menstrual cramps. ('A' chick, namely, me.)

By all means, argue with a chick who has PMS, she'll slap you and get really pissed off.

But do not argue with a girl who has menstrual cramps. She'll (metaphorically, lucky for you) rip your nuts off and shove them so far up your nose and lodge them in your brain.

And if I could manage to do that, I would.

You know...

That feeling when lately everything has been really bad. Disappointment after disappointment. Everything really sucks. You're stressed, you're tired. Multiple pills in one night just to be able to rest your head for the prescribed eight hours only to wake up the next morning to go through the same thing, over and over again.

Then something happens. And you're faced with a choice.

Choosing to accept something good to happen now, and dealing with a full 24 hours of anxiety later on. Or. Deal with 12 hours of anxiety now, and be able to rest on a particular Saturday night.

Don't try to understand what I'm going on about. I don't quite understand it either.

And when something nice happens, it's really refreshing.

Really refreshing.

I'm grateful for the crisp Autumn breeze and the dirty washing.

It really helped me clear my head.

Thank you.