Reading kaizley's journal

I have been at school for three and a half whole days, and it feels like i've been there FOREVER! Like i never even left. The work load is still coming at a heavy pace and even more strain is being put on my poor little head with exams barely around the corner (and my ability to be failing pretty much all my subjects).

My head should be swimming with wonderful facts about Stalin, Mao, choromosomes, Donne, T. S. Eliot, genes, statistics, words in Italian and stuff about world drama. But I've got nothing. All that fills my brain is "what went wrong? how the fuck did I screw up so majorly?". I don't think this is the most wonderful thing to bethinking about when year twelve is but eight weeks away, and yearlys are even closer.

Save me from my pool of stress
As the papers pull me in.

... That's all I've got.

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."