Monday, April 02, 2007
Sometimes I'd rather have everyone think everything is swell than for even a single person to realise that something is very wrong. Ah well, who cares. On a side note, I feel so loved *rolls eyes*. I don't think that I seem at all stupid to some things, but if it chooses to treat me that way, I shall just be the way it expects me to be - stupid, and that means that I would no longer treat it as an equal or equivalent.
Having another splitting headache. They come so often till I can't really tell when one headache ends and another begins. Panadol does not help much, save for the mental part where I think I would feel better after popping pills. Think it's all the stress, not just from school, that's causing my body to react this way. Such that even though I get 8 hours of sleep, my body still protests and the pressure builds up rapidly. Ouch. Head hurts even more as I type.
Was debating with myself whether or not to go for Maundy Thursday. I do so happen to have a test this Saturday. I'm not jumping in excitement at the idea of going back to Adam where I feel so out-of-place. And somehow I don't feel like facing so many people before my weekend arrives. On the bus today I was thinking of how I'd react, what I would do should I go for the service, and well, it wasn't a very optimistic opinion that I had. I spent my free time today thinking on past regrets. I know I'm not supposed to dwell in the past. But when my head hurts and all I can do is sleep but I can't sleep, I have a tendency to think about things I used to think about frequently. Depressing, but I dare say that I've gotten over the bulk of it. Then again, who's to bother about what I think anyway?
Terrible week again. One 30-page paper to submit, 2 assignments, and a lot of revision to do. Not to mention a late-night movie tomorrow after school with the Bobo community!
Having another splitting headache. They come so often till I can't really tell when one headache ends and another begins. Panadol does not help much, save for the mental part where I think I would feel better after popping pills. Think it's all the stress, not just from school, that's causing my body to react this way. Such that even though I get 8 hours of sleep, my body still protests and the pressure builds up rapidly. Ouch. Head hurts even more as I type.
Was debating with myself whether or not to go for Maundy Thursday. I do so happen to have a test this Saturday. I'm not jumping in excitement at the idea of going back to Adam where I feel so out-of-place. And somehow I don't feel like facing so many people before my weekend arrives. On the bus today I was thinking of how I'd react, what I would do should I go for the service, and well, it wasn't a very optimistic opinion that I had. I spent my free time today thinking on past regrets. I know I'm not supposed to dwell in the past. But when my head hurts and all I can do is sleep but I can't sleep, I have a tendency to think about things I used to think about frequently. Depressing, but I dare say that I've gotten over the bulk of it. Then again, who's to bother about what I think anyway?
Terrible week again. One 30-page paper to submit, 2 assignments, and a lot of revision to do. Not to mention a late-night movie tomorrow after school with the Bobo community!
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