heart is heavy

One week, four midterm papers. One day, three midterm papers. Have you ever heard of such a phenomenon? Have you ever seen such audacity? Have you known anyone to be so suay?
Nearly died studying for them. Just finished my last paper today: Genes and society
Rather tricky mcq questions. All the questions were so similar and all squeezed into the pages, they looked so wordy and gave me a headache. And the option E. "None of the above is correct." "All of the above are correct." DOn't you just hate questions like that? And almost all the questions had that option.
Sigh but thank God its over.
And now i gotta turn my worries to the ps review due on tuesday. An essay on fri. Week after next, 2 class presentations. I know i dont have the right to complain because many students are suffering from the workload as well. Yup, kempate Dawn! And all you fellow muggers out there..
I don't feel good. I don't know why, maybe cos of things bogging me down lately. Some are small, some are affective. Not just school work..Just struggling with some issues. Kinda tired. Wish we had an extra term break instead of wasting our chinese new year one. Like why cant they give us a break(literally) and not put exams behind the recess week.
Sometimes you really wish that you could just erase the pain. But we tend to block them out, stow them in an abandoned nook of our minds. Its just like a hideous piece of unwanted cheese. You stuff it into the furthest corner of your closet, hoping that u can just forget about it. But the feeling of it still lingers and you pile stuff over it, not wanting to see it by chance even. And then comes the smell...At the back of the mind, you know its there and you are reminded so every single day. The stench accumulates into one which suffocates, which torments...That's when you go crazy. You dig into the closet hoping to do something about it and..you find that its stuck permenantly to the bottom of the closet.

do you see me? do you even know i'm there...
hate me, love me, but spare me your indifference.

as i walked in the storm that day, i couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.