i am gonna crack.
if you put enough pressure on certain solid things you can produce a crack. and when that crack gets big that same solid matter breaks.
suddenly i have nothing to say.
or so i thought.
gawd. i hate my itm class. marketing 111 for seniors and were doing a project for that class! gawd.
i hate my state right now.
i don't want to participate. i am so tempted to do what i always do when pressure of school gets in. but i know i can't. i can't just say, "putanginabahalana" and just be lax.
breathe. but it's hard. (literally) i wanna stop. i wanna quit. but right now, it's getting hard.
STOP!
why can't i apply the freaking traffic sign in my life??
better yet, leave. go away. please.
but i know i'd want you back. and maybe if i am that crazy i'll run after you and beg you to stay.
so please. GOD keep me intact!