I wonder what possessed me to do this.
While I'm struggling with Printing My Own Notes,
(they are hundreds/thousands of pages, 2nd cartridge)
and worrying about Term Exams,
Maybe Superwoman isn't anyone average.

Juggling every Aspect of Life is no joke.
As I console myself to say
"Hey its only the rest of This Year to go"
I looked forward to see that
I still had University Education to complete.

Before I could think about only suffering for 4,
maybe 5 years in University,
I realized,
No, Working Life would be worse.

So there ain't breaks in Life.
Every break anticipates another Semester,
of what have you- dreaded Busy days.

I guess Seventeen is the best age to be.
And maybe, I can stop wishing the Dream
of Growing Up.

Now now, don't assume anything yet.
I'm not utterly depressed, not even a single bit depressed.
Just stressed out, really.
But thanks, if you felt some kinda concern (:

On a Lighter note,
Today is my Mom's husband's Birthday.
The Bearer of the Precious Tadpole
That made me, Physically.

Hahaha, alright, very perverse way of describing my Dad.