you trap you kill you eat

being quick is a stress reliever. i noticed that today. running quick, slamming on the drums quick, writing quick.
i ran up the stairs. i started off slowly but my feet kept speeding up, as if i could run away from my stress. but there's nowhere to run and i end up sitting down in the end regardless.
i slammed the drums, faster and faster until i falter because my arms couldnt keep up with my brain.
i write faster because maybe the sooner i finish the sooner this will all be over.
but it never works that way. my brain cant keep up with my hand this time. i make mistakes and i have to redo the dreaded problems.

i'm sick of this.
&&
i need better stress relievers.

Comments

jEeRo said…

eVery-one makes mistake..its whether we'll learn from the mistakes that is important..go easy on yourself ok..

October 2, 2008 at 10:46 AM

rudeawakenings said…

thanks
but this is school related
they like to dumb a whole frickload of tests and exams in one week
and its taking such a huge toll on me physicaly and mentaly

October 2, 2008 at 5:54 PM

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