The mood swings have become extremely vicious. This madness it must stop.
Last night I confided to a friend that I think I’m going mad. I really think I am. But would that make me a genius, if I should so become a madman?
Ask me how I’m fucked today and I will tell you 7 different ways.
Argh. This semester is killing me. I feel like I’ve lost control. The classed are overwhelming, I have no confidence when I express my views. My voice literally quavers when I talk. All my research make no sense. My proposals are scattered and I have this sinking feeling I won’t get to relive the glory of the previous semester.
My feng shui lied. It’s not a good year for Monkeys.