nauseatingly miserable beyond repair
I might not be hurt, but I’m tired. I’m so tired. Now I know what give up means, and I’m giving up everything that doesn’t matter.
Unbearably stressful

My stress threshold has been reached once again. Midterms just finally ended yesterday. And I am in a constant struggle.  I’ve been away from the blog for a little bit because I had to take care of my school and everywhere in between. As much as I wanted to blog everyday, I force myself not to. And the main reason is that I want distribute my time well. And once I started blogging I know I will not accomplish anything. With good time management skills probably there shouldn’t be much more problem. So that’s it. There are many strategies for keeping sane though. However, I tend to cram sometimes. Maybe I’m overwhelmed at the mountain of crap I have to memorize in a short period of time and that I don’t think it’s going to save me. 

Anyway, since I’ve missed blogging too much. I’ll try to summarize the highlights of my week. 

So there it is. Wish me all the luck. ;;)
Regret. The saddest word in the English language.

There are consequences to every action; it is just not always obvious at the time. You never really know how things are going to feel until afterward. Thus, regret. You may not be able to change anything, but at least you can feel bad about it. Never mind that it might haunt you for the rest of you life or, in my case, beyond. 

(Source: thecomplicatedpileofthoughts)

Snapshots of how I’ve spent my week (In no particular order)

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. 

I was brought at the hospital yesterday. 
Though I’m feeling a bit okay for now. For God’s sake, I need to be okay.

I was brought at the hospital yesterday. 

Though I’m feeling a bit okay for now. For God’s sake, I need to be okay.

Going to log out and stay logged out for a long time.

I’m going to move into my dorm tomorrow after lunch. Cause I already have a class on Wednesday at 7 AM. I need to pack up my stuff so It won’t be a lot more stressful tomorrow. 

Now, I want to focus with my studies more since my subjects this semester are a lot more difficult and toxic than those of my previous semesters, So I will give better notice about my everyday life as soon as I can. 

Raging fucking pissed

I bust out into tears last night. 

What the fuck do you think - I have no brain in my skull? Of course I fucking goes in a fucking meaningful direction you fuckface. I don’t know how to figure out what your expectations should be when I am dealing with all this pain at the same time. So right now, I’m all super sensitive to everything people say and hyper-analyzing their interactions with me. I want to be the shit of out people. I can feel my arm muscles tightening up and fists forming.  I feel solid, like steel. My jaw set, my voice low, my eyes piercing. Biting comments are jumping off the edge of my tongue, and I’m ready.

Other times I want to run far away  stop time so that I don’t have to deal with solids and crawling and signing.

But I never run away. And I never fight. I smile. I fake it till I make it.

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