I had a rough Monday.
I wonder how many tiems in this lifetime and the last people have been saying that, all the while grabbing at their necks and tugging away. How many times have they furrowed their brows and ran their fingers through their hair in hopes that the stress would then lessen?
Prayed to a God that made things harder so they would learn some valuable lesson about patience and time constraints. Oiga a la chingada! Bull shit-- I crack my knuckles religiously in classes and try my best to not freak out on my peers who are just trying to help. Trying to make it better and trying to shake me into not sucking. I respect them, they're good to me and at least i've done something its just I keep finding myself in this dance of homework sleep homework sleep school work sleep homework.
Only I dont sleep-- dreams just whirl around class assignments and regardless of where I am I'm in front of a computer trying to make a UV lay out that doesn't want to work.
The pressure is on.
I can feel it in my chest when I remember to breathe.
Thank God most of that is involuntary, oh respiration. You are so good to me.
One more week.
One more week.
One more fucking week.
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