Head under water, now I can't breathe.

Okay. Let's start with 'I may be PMSing. Or maybe I'm really feeling so pissed off I could kill someone.'

Let's also add on to that with 'This is going to be a long post and it isn't sunshine-y and happy whoohoo. If you don't like it and/or have a problem with me, please click on the red cross at the corner of the browser and please, for GOODNESS' sake, DON'T visit my blog again. Thank you.'

So yes, if you're still here, then it means you either care enough about my problems so you want to read what I have to say. Or maybe it means you like to see me suffer because you are a ego-manical sadist who engages in schadenfreude.

Anyway, whatever the case, I don't care anymore. Okay? I don't. Really. I need to concentrate on my A'levels this year, I don't need bullshit in my life.

I don't need HORRIBLE miscommunication from people just to ruin my night and make me so frustrated I can't even focus on my schoolwork. I don't need people scrutinizing my EVERY SINGLE effing move, just WAITING for me to mess up so they can rub their disgusting hand in my face and yell, 'HAHA. KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE.'

I don't need pity, I don't need a stupid shoulder to cry on. I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE.

I don't need drama, I don't need craziness right now because, honestly, it's getting old, sweeeeetie. Really.

You want me to say it? Okay, I'll say it. I regret it. I regret it like I regret every single damn wrong move I have ever had the misfortune of making in my short 18 years here on earth. Sometimes I regret it so much, I start wishing about 'what ifs'. The moment you do that... you are soooo..

Anyway, I'm tired. I'm so tired. I come home every night just wanting to plonk my head on my pillows and sleep until morning. However, I can't do that. I can't afford to.

So PLEASE, I'm FREAKING begging you people. Stop with your nonsense. STOP with your ridiculous self-centred ways of deciding how to 'GOVERN' yourselves. I don't care what YOU do in your life. Just DON'T WRECK MINE.

I swear, I am this close to calling out names like 'asshole' and 'idiot'. But I have enough diginity left in me not to do so.

I had to stop my work to type this. Because I couldn't even concentrate on vectors.

And it's LENT.

Joy.