Alright. Bloody hell. I've had enough. If you don't want to listen, then leave. Thank you.

I've had enough of pretense, enough of pressure, enough of headaches. Goddammit. I'm just so tired of everything, and everyone..except a small minority, so please don't feel hurt. But, gods, I'm just so bloody tired that I feel like lying here and not moving until the next century dawns.

I know I sound like a spoilt brat, but right now I really couldn't care less.

Gods. As if schoolwork wasn't already bad enough, there are all these stupid expectations and....I'm just so filled with frustration and anger that I could burst. Then there's the play of words; everyday is a delicate play, a masquerade, another game to be played and won, and I'm so tired of it.

I'm just so sick of this hypocritical nature of our world today, that sometimes, I just want to run away from it all.

Then there is my dear family...my idiot father seems to think that the only time when I'm actually doing something vaguely useful is when I'm sitting at my table doing work. Bloody hell, I'm human too you know, my gods! And he does this every single bloody fucking weekend dammit! I can't even take a bloody walk without him asking me if I have any homework to do... I'm just so sick and tired of all of this, sometimes, I truly understand why people want to jump out of windows.

And my most wonderful mother? She nags, and nags, and nags. And not just that, she tells me things at least twenty times over before she's satisfied that I've bloody remembered. All she does these days is make assumptions. I know she's bloody stressed and all, but why doesn't she bloody consider the fucking fact that I am stressed too?? Why? In fact, she is the one who always gives me a headache...all the time.

The worse thing is, they don't practise what they preach. My father always tells me not to bring my stress home..well, bloody hell, he is forever griping about his bloody job...all the fucking time. It just makes the atmosphere at home so much worse....and he constantly contradicts himself..especially about values he supposedly taught me.

And he hates it when I can't bloody hear him because I'm too fucking busy studying, so, he shouts for me...and that doesn't do a bloody lot to improve the stupid tense atmosphere of this opressive house...

My gods, I'm so tired of this all...I truly, honestly, want to run away and hide somewhere nice and safe and comfortable...where people actually bloody listen instead of making assumptions all the time.

Bloody hell, I've had enough of this already...

She sits at the table, head resting against the edge, memorising formulae and hating herself for it.. The only time I get any peace is now, when everyone is asleep...

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