if writing were a form of therapy, this would be my way of taking a breather

There comes times when we are faced with difficult decisions, or have to do things that we don't like or enjoy. I think in times like this, bearing in mind the reason why we are doing these things is exceptionally important. Like when times get hard and I fail to balance yet another cash flow statement after a million tries or when I have to say goodbye to someone i've grown to care rather deeply about. I've always wondered about how people look like they aren't hurting after they end something which means alot to them, in my case-- a relationship of sorts. After spending so much time with one person, its impossible to not care for them at all. There comes a certain point in time whereby you realize that no matter how much you try to make it work, if its not meant to be its not meant to be. Feelings are sly deceitful things. What you feel at one moment may not be what you're feeling the next.  Right now I actually have forcibly try to remember the negatives,

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I honestly told myself that I was gonna sleep earlier this week. After numerous 'reminders' from my mom, im well aware of the harmful effects of not sleeping early. I've got practically the entire webMD page on harmful effects of sleeping late memorised, feel free to quiz me anytime (ok don't actually do it im kidding) My throat feels like someone scraped it really hard with sandpaper and my lungs actually feel kinda sore from all the coughing i've done today. Im not complaining, but this perpetual cough gets kinda annoying when you're trying to study in a quiet room where the only sound is the lack of it (silence has a sound too don't you think) and you're cough disrupts the silence every minute or so. I feel like at this point my mom would ask me "so you stay up for two nights to have fun but then you'll be sick for a week or even more-- is it worth it just for that two nights of momentarily fun?'' and I already know what my answe

Once again, its the part of the semester whereby everything piles up and deadlines draw near and the number of tutorial left undone continue to rise. And as if that weren't bad enough, there are performances! and rehearsals! And assessments!  As we grow older, our birthday wishes tend to change, or at least mine has morphed from wanting to be a supermodel to having better skin and while my skin isn't the best yet, there's something i want more than good skin. I want to be capable of withstanding stress.  I very much wish i were one of those people that could make whatever I do look effortless, be it presentations or class participation, or dancing or solving accountancy questions or just meeting new people in general. I just listed those things offhandedly so I suppose those are the things bothering me now.......... There's this small lucky group of people on earth who make the things they do look so effortless and I strive to be like them. Really. To not let str