I know I should be in school working my ass off in the lab for my thesis. It was different when I woke up this morning. I felt tired of all the pressure, of all the things expected of me. I'm tired of people breathing down my neck.

I can't cry. I tried once but mom said I made my choice so why regret it? Therefore, I can't cry. I have to show I'm strong. I have to prove I can do it.

I figured I'm not that strong. At one point, I need to release it, let it all out. Honestly, I was thinking of a happy post. How dad orders pizza whenever I'm home (because most of the time I'm not) or how I cleaned my room this morning because it looks like it's been hit by a disco dancing centipede.

I dunno. I just then I felt sad. And I've got no one to share my sadness with.

It's dark here and I'm lonely. Only because I have time to be lonely.

Living here is bitter as dying.