I never believed the saying, “Life is unfair”. Not until now anyway. I have my own perception about the fairness of life. You’ll ask, “Why do good moments in life have to end?”. I’ll answer you, “Because the bad moments will end, too.” It’s not directly answering your question but the point is life is fair.

That I thought.

Now, things are fucking up. This burden will end, but that would be so soon. By the time it would end, I would be mad and paranoid. 

I’m out of words but I didn’t even spill half of what happened today. I’m going to do something productive now.

I’m tired. These past few weeks I’ve been feeling restless. Pressured. Always preoccupied of things not really worth the worry. Right now, I’m supposed to the a homework I find so futile and strenuous. Things between our class is not good. ( I can’t say more to that.) I feel so dead right now. The roaming souls are probably happy with their stress-free other life. I have so many things to do; I really don’t know how or what to start. My mind is so fucked up right now. I want to sleep the whole day next day. I want to spend the whole day tomorrow intimately with my bed and pillows only. Too bad, school matters are choking me. 

I want to be free from this pressure. I want to be the old me where I can just be who I am. I want to do things without feeling that somebody is watching my every move. I’m not even dead yet but hell is already poking me with needles and thorns.