Why does shit have to fall?

I'm struggling. I hate this feeling.

I hate project meetings. I hate projects. I hate counting down to the day when my quizzes come; when i have to sit myself in the exam hall, ouncing all my might to recall whatever i've learnt.

I want to be more hardworking. I want to excel.

There seems like diminishing enthusiasm from all the shit i find myself trudging through.

Yes, i hate it when my freedom is being restricted. And not obeying instruction puts me in a black list. Maybe, to the extent of being unfilial, perhaps.

And i hate the ants crawling around in my house. If only i were as hardworking as them, to exercise the distance they crawl every other day.

Ohhhh lala! But i love to use the labels to stick them up. This sounds pervertic, but hey i think my mummy's smart to come up with this solution. Instant death for them; Prompt happiness for us.

GRrrrr. Somebody save me if you can. I need time... I need my freedom... I need... Love.

And i need solitude. Bring me somewhere where i can disregard all worries and play in the sun without a care, oh somewhere with breeze caressing through my hair.

All the stress. They're driving me nuts. But then again, i've been through such stress and madness previously. Whatever happened to my tenacity and perserverance?