tangled thoughts

The first paper is hardly five days away, the pressure is builiding, my mind is running crazy.

Ah it's been a long time since I was here, saying anything. I kinda miss you, blog.

Honestly there has been so much going on and I really shouldn't be here. But dang, am I bored of telling myself what I should do and what I shouldn't do. Maybe the stricter I am with myself, the more I mess up terribly.

Then again, maybe not. Maybe I'm just rebellious for the sake of being. Perhaps the whole thought of being stereotyped scares me, so I do everything to become unpredictable. But the unpredictability itself, it turns to be so burdensome, it's so irresponsible, so frustrating. That is, frustrating to be with me.

I too feel frustrated. I hope that there is a book I can give to unravel things so confusing. I feel burdened for you.

But now, now I have this thing going on, for a month more. And I just needed some pressure off and away.

You know, all these sounds just oh so familiar.