Slogging. I question myself, is this what I really want to do in my so called life?

Then, only today, I realise what my deepest weakness is. I have the most impossible dreams and ambitions in mind to achieve. Too ambitious. Very. Big dreams. Very. You might encourage me to do so, but it will get too bad, I would rather die than carry on achieving them.

Next, would be my fragility to the word "stress". The true fact is, I love working under pressure. I get things done much faster, and I love the times when such things happen. However, once I get too intimidated by stress and pressure, I go nuts. Then, it gets out of control. This once again becomes so bad, I'd rather die than slog.

I am the most guillible person ever. My hopes get raised very high easily. Then, the fall gets greater, greater and much much greater. This is when I don't take in anymore.

I don't like this day. Almost everything irritated me. I tell myself, I am nothing compared to others. If they can do it, why can't I. And I thought it'd go along just fine.

I hope to start tomorrow all over again. Everything new and nice. Fretting will never get me anywhere. I can do this. I have to. I don't expect you to understand the situation I am in. You don't need to.

Mrs Audrey Cullum

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
7:46 PM