play nice with life

School and life are not my friends. It’s the end of the week but it’s not a weekend. No. I think of all the things I’ve to do and I wanna cry. The craziness that started in December.. it never really ended. The brief respites alleviated little. It’s like a Simpsons episode where Homer would fall off the mountainside hitting every painful boulder on his way and then gets stuck on a branch sticking out; but then the branch breaks and he keeps falling. d’oh. d’oh to every day and every week this year has been.