Upset. Really upset now.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate how time is simply not on my side? Fuck this.
Okay, so here's what you're going to do, dear self, take a shower right now, grab pen and paper, start scribbling, open words, and just start typing. You have two weeks, forget studying. Fucking tests took up your fucking month and caused all this fucking shit anyway.
if those fucking tests never happened or got crammed into one week (IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED) this wouldn't have happened and you wouldn't be so upset. Fuck those teachers. Our results were destined to suck shit anyway so why bother?
My obligations to studying and being a good student is just so vexing this is like the nth time I'm getting upset over something I never once did. Priorities are shit. You can't have the best of both worlds, but it just sucks, fucking sucks when you lose something you love so so much because of something you hate but have to do just because it's your fucking responsibility.
Fuck this.
That moment when you see something you love taken away from you. Okay, gonna take a shower now, calm down. it's okay.
Two weeks. I won't be studying, unless I finish four out of eight titles on my fic list. Late nights here I come.I don't care that I'm exhausted from late nights and stress for the past two or three weeks because my creativity and originality is at stake here. Wait, or more like it has already been taken away from me anyway. These two are very important to me, and I can't afford to lose them again over my studies. I'm unhappy when I study, I'm unhappy when I realise things didn't work out the way I wanted them to be, so why bother? I want happiness, everyone does (contradict me and I will personally hunt you down and fucking slit your wrists because I am just pissed right now), so why am I pushing it away?
I studied. I fucking studied and put aside the things I loved doing thinking it'd be okay, and look where it got me. Anger and upset.
Two weeks. Watch out. I'm coming.