As if things would not get any worse, life just tortured me again with more sh*t.

I’m depressed, upset, irate, afraid and really really tired. Surviving the remaining days of the semester would have been more bearable if I wouldn’t have to deal with a battered ego and very low morale.

Why is it that despite exhausting all my time, effort and energy, I still found myself lacking and failing? Does things have to always turn out different from the way I have hoped it to be?

Have faith. Keep on praying. That’s what my mother would say over and over. Although her words are really comforting, I doubt if I could do a complete 180 in time.

I need a long vacation. Or at least decent hours of peaceful sleep. Or maybe a sensible talk with someone just to release my tension. And no, anxiety attacks do NOT count as release.