I feel like I am dominating this website instead of splattie. Its not mine but majorly seems like mine. I'm feeling wierd. There's this wierd feeling inside me, its all pilling up. I'm worrying about everything. I've got a final year project to complete which i haven't started yet, have another business major project which i've just started and the worst among all is about one of my module i'm taking. I don't know a shit about it and i haven't gotten a group yet. I haven't been attending the seminar's as the blardy mutherfucking uni kept changing my timetables and it all got screwed up for 3 weeks, so i'm worried. I'm really left behind. Although i've done that module before i'm still worrying. I can't screw up this last semester.
My parents are planning for my graduation, therefore everything has to go smoothly. Not to say i'm a distinction or either a smart person. Just that I do my work as I can but I have a major problem. I can create long sentences but can't put them in simple, basic words. My tutor looks at me everytime I have a lesson with him. I've got to answer at least a question during then. I hate the attention but at least I get my answers. Some think I'm trying to act smart but since when answering a question is a fault. I get to class, get my work done and leave. I don't have any friends in my classes. All I do is smile and do my work. That's my aim to attend classes. Once a friend of mine back in APIIT comented that my teeth's made of gold as I seldom talk in class but I guess that is just me. I go for the classes and head back as fast as I can. Its not fun being alone, however I got my reasons to keep away. No play for a 2 1/2 months and I will gain a lot.
I spoke to my mom for 3 over hours. Complaining and stuff. She says I'm stressed out. Maybe I am. I've lost weight again. I seldom cook, I take only a meal a day which maybe biscuits or either takeaway from the chicken shop which sells fried chicken. I'm getting sick of it. I eat rice every 3 days once. I don't have the time and the mood to cook. I can't cook when the kitchen is dirty. I've not been cleaning the kitchen so its kind of in a mess. I don't understand why my other flatmates leave the dirty work for me. I clean and scrub. I feel like a maid. I even share my utensils with them. However, they don't wash up, leave things as it is and mess everything up. But what i hate most is them using my things and not putting them back in order. I know i'm a neat and a clean freak but at least respect me for who i am. I was much happier without my new flatmates. I can't wait to shift out from my flat but suddenly, I realized that my contract ends only in August. It's going to be such a long time!
Mom said if I could get a part-time job after my exams, I can come back whenever I want and if i get a proper job I can forfeit my air-ticket and continue my stay here. I'm in a dilemma. I don't know what to do or what I want or either if I can get a job. I wanna go back for a few months and come back to UK again. I miss everything back home, Erik, Yeeng, Shu, my sister, my bro, my parents, my fishes, my friends. You name it and I'll miss it but now UK is home to me, maybe that feeling is for the time being. I mean what shall I do, I don't know. Sometimes I feel like breaking down as the stress is growing. My heart feels heavy, it feels sick. Sometimes I feel like a disgusting person. I just don't know what I want. I've screwed up timing where i can only sleep at 6 am and I usually have to get up by 9 am. That means in one day I get approximately 3 hours of sleep. I hate it when I try to sleep earlier, my mind would go wondering, thinking and stressing myself out. What shall I do?
I wake up, go to uni, come back, face the comp, take my bath, do some of my work, face the comp and face the comp and face the comp. I hate it! I'm stuck in my mini jail. I don't have the energy to do other things. I want to go to the gym but by the time i get back, gym time is over. I want to go swimming but i don't know where the pool is(dad says i'm crazy to swim during winter), I want to go rock climbing but it cost a bomb and its fucking expensive. I used to spend at least 100 pounds on food every month but you will be surprised when i told you the amount i spent this month, i spent less than 50 pounds this month. Its half of what I eat. I can't take breakfast or lunch anymore. If i do, my stomach will ache. I'm starting to worry, my body is growing weaker. I don't know how long this can last. Everyone around me thinks I'm a happy person and that I can handle things but its the opposite.
Mommy told me to slow things down and take things one by one. My future lies in my hands. I'm feeling nervous, everything is going to be over in 2 1/2 months. I guess I will last till then. I'm tired and I want to sleep but the moment I lie down, I'll dream about other stuff. I guess I'll have to endure another night. Nites nites.... =(