B U S Y~H E C T I C

I wish I could write as much as I can but my situations just not allow me to do so. I can't even hanging out with all my heart with the time constrain of assignments. . .Just can't do what I like or become who am I. AM I WHO AM I NOW?

Who Might Understand? ~Words~

I really hope there's someone in this world know what am I doing. My feelings are no longer may expressed through words. I'm running out of words, perhaps my knowledge are not enough. How I wish to tell but not able to do so. Just don't know what to say when I open my mouth. Words just swallow back. Inside me there's still a mixture of stress+moody+pressure=bomb. I'm gonna be crazy one day. I need a long long vacation. P E A C E. Just the wind by my side and listen to the music of waves. Watching sunrise each day on top of the mountain or by the beach is enough to give me a new L I F E. If this is not a fantasy, it is great. Living in an utopia is worth for everything.

S O S

Help !!! So much assignments and don't know how to start. Why all have to pass up at same time and same week with my mid-term...Miracle where are you ???