Jesus... I'm like a bloody bomb ready to go off sometimes. The day started off so nicely: no hurry in the morning, lovely weather outside, listening to Deathlike SIlnece on my way to school, solving a source problem for the dying patient presentation, and discovering I had a four out of one of the most difficult courses (and knowing I got a four after only two hours I spent reading to the exam the previous night). Then, I manage to cut my hand (no push-ups for me tonight at Combat) and went to the public health nurse to get something to fix myself up and walking to the right classroom for the next scheduled class only to learn they had started it while I was waiting in vain for the nurse to show up, and waiting until the rest of the class came outside saying the lecture was finished already. I left, immediately.
I don't know what's wrong with me. One moment everything's fine, the next something small and ordinary happens and I act like it's the end of the world. I mean, mix-ups happen all the time and it's not a disaster. But why do I act like it is?
"Brick by brick we built this tower of illusion
But instead of completion
it has come tumbling down!"
'Solar red' by Velcra.
