looked forward to school, went for every lesson with vigour.
there was always something new to look forward to.
admittedly, i really enjoyed school life.
now i'm only in my second month, and i'm no longer feeling those vibes.
all that i seem to sense is the pressure of getting good grades.
lessons are a drag, sometimes life in the classroom is vexatious.
no, it dosen't help to know that many out there have much better scores than i.
despite the fact that i'm trying more than i ever did last year.
yeah, now the weekends take forever to arrive and are gone just like that.
twenty-four hours dosen't seem enough at all.
wonder why i'm doing this when i could be studying.
i suppose that if i don't vent then maybe i'll just implode.
i acknowledge the fact that my moodswings have been getting steadily worse.