Everything went wrong this past few days. I was in the foulest mood. With pale face and dark eye bag, everyone assumed I was sick, which I am not. I'm just too tired. Tired of waiting, tired of hoping, tired of thinking too much, tired of too much sleeping. EVERYTHING.
My thesis's status is still PENDING. I hate not knowing what to work on, when I should have started on something by now. And it bugs me when people around keep asking the same question, telling me what to do when I already knew it. Concern is sweet but annoying when it's too much. Sometimes I want to be alone but I hate not having someone around.
I really don't know what I want.
Labels: Rant
