The day after tomorrow

Would bring me closer to the weekend. That is as much as I'm willing to give myself for the time being.

Let me put it his way. Second week into the semester, and I am already playing catch up. I am already behind the lectures, and tutorials are beginning to kill me. And it wouldn't take longer than a second to see that everything is falling apart.

The only thing that could possibly keep me sane is driving me crazy. And somebody told me to wacth my back. As if every time I turn my head something bad is gonna happen. As if danger is lurking at every corner. And I am alone in this.

People I could count on are turning their backs on me. How sad is that? No obligation for them to stick by me, no obligation at all. And somebody told me that the moment I took up this responsibility, I had given up my right to fuck care. And how I wish I could fuck care right now.

Fuck care. Maybe the day after tomorrow I'll just fuck everybody and shit all over them. Not tomorow, because tomorrow is Thursday.