Writing out that title just then made me realise; my english IOC is almost a week away, whilst there's still so much more to do. I have to postpone my homeworks, must start reading and analysing Hamlet, or I'll stand no chance in getting a 5 for the subject. A 6 would be nice, but how is that ever possible?
Stressed out - the only two words that seem to come up into my head for the past few days, it's made me angry, it's made me insane, it's made me cry hours on end. In fact, I even think the latter is getting to me now; the rush of this butterfly feeling from my stomach, slowly usurping and eventually overwhelming me with an assault of throbbing pain in my throat. However much I breathe in it hurts to feel my ribcage could not expand any farther.
It won't go away, will it? It's just going to follow me, taking the chance for whenever I don't have anything to think about, it'll be there. They're not going to leave me alone are they? I'm going to be haunted by them for the rest of my life.
从来没试过这样的，这是第一次。 够了，我不想再做了，什么都没意思，那做干什么？ 晚了，放弃它吧，做到都没人通知, 还有什么希望。。。
时间快到，我不想再留在这里抱怨不止。
Non voglio essere come questo, voglio cambiare e non seguire ideale di altre persone.
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