Day after day, I come home after a shitty day (Gosh, this sounds so.. secondary school.) wanting to relax, sleep, whatever.


But day after day, there are other people who come home after a shitty day, thinking that only they themselves had the shittiest day of their lives, while I, in comparison, will not have as shitty as day as them.


Reason?


I'm still studying. They are working. Studies cant be as bad as work, can it?


Well, it CAN be as bad.


Try sitting through hour after hour of lecture, listening to a prof who doesnt have the words "SPEAK UP" in his vocabulary teaching a damn cheem module that I have such difficulty understanding.


Then realizing there's some unpleasant undercurrents going on. Felt but not seen (except for the most sensitive ones). Yet there's nothing I can do about it 'cause no matter how hard I try, I cant determine the reason for the origin of the unpleasantness.


Stressed as it is, I would come home to a place where there would be some minor things that I get the blame for when in reality, that's none of my bloody problem, things that get on my nerves, arguments that lead to me snapping at everything.


I seriously don't want to do that, but I cant help it.


我累了。