one. freaking. am.
im still up rushing projects.
and if im a murderer, ur name is at first place staring right back at me.
im breaking down, e pressure and pushing deadlines.
im so close to snapping and calling it quits.
vying for comps in the comp lab. searching for a never-can-be-found lecturer for consultation.
late-nights-early-morning routines.
why do we have to type out a 50-page report puzzles me.
burning every single night and breaks and weekends.
and ttz not e only report.
im sorry if im not in the best of moods.
and it just feels weird when the grp is like three against one and i dunoe if my words will offend you.
we're not close enough to forget about emotions at this point of time during projects.
but we arent exactly strangers so where does this leave us?
help me out here.
tell me if you arent happy about something cos i never like guessing games.
this is a tough period not only for you but for me as well.
this is killing me inside.
crap! crap! crap!
[happy 17th birthday little sister.]
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