the unwritten 2.

weather; pouring breeze; fine mood; down three weeks into first semester and i hate to say this but... the workload is piling up. so much to do, so little time. Seeing people struggle with their 12 hour weeks and then seeing myself struggle with my 26 hr weeks.... i need to get a move on. despite all, been troubled lately. no time for work, no time for play, no time to even drive. i want my p's ... so badly. just as an escape sometime. but i admit. im not ready yet. nobody wants a dangerous driver like me who doesnt even check her blindspots to be on the roads.=/ aside from all this... rents've been putting pressure on me. alot of pressure. trying to make some 'sense' in me for... wasting my time. It hurts to even think that its considered 'wasting time' but today. was . intense. I cannot believe finally... after almost half a year, she finally sed it. released her anger on whata dumb kid she has... who doesnt listen to her or whatnot. nonsense. strong words. no tears. im 18. big girls dont cry. i want somebody to depend on. something to say anything to. hello blog; cyberspace. you were the chosen one. it feels like i cannot express any of this. to anyone. because i still havent released the actual reason for such pressure. that'll probably be kept within me because... i dont want anybody hurt. anyones feelings crushed. whats wrong with me? what am i saying? i dont know. my head hurts. and mozzies...should die. for the now, i'll keep my act together. make an attempt to make everyone happy. earphones in, music not playing, pretending to sleep.