I walked in, turned on my light, and slammed my bedroom door. Frustrated and depressed, the built up tears and fear from the day of consistent torment was set free from the wells of my eyes. Like torrents gushing down from my face the tears smashing onto the carpet between my feet. I just stood there in the centre of my room surrounded by mountains of textbooks and hills of empty Red Bull just letting it all out.
When nothing was left but dusty dry wells, I looked around and refused to acknowledge the dreaded task of finishing my research paper and hours of centripetal motion revision. Instead, I pushed aside a collection of rough English drafts and sat on my bed with a dreaded thought wiggling to my attention. Within moments, it was screaming
When nothing was left but dusty dry wells, I looked around and refused to acknowledge the dreaded task of finishing my research paper and hours of centripetal motion revision. Instead, I pushed aside a collection of rough English drafts and sat on my bed with a dreaded thought wiggling to my attention. Within moments, it was screaming