Sometimes we blind ourselves...
I am so highly strung right now. I have been trying to figure out why.
The pressure to go to Hobart for a stupid long weekend of paying for a hotel for three nights, paying entry to a stupid event, and watching my girlfriend and friend get drunk and hit on girls, while I sit by soberly because I can't afford to drink, comes to mind.
But then I thought about it more, and I realised I don't want to listen to my girlfriend go on about how hot some of these chicks are, when being intimate with me seems like a fucking chore to her. Yeah, maybe that's what is stressing me out some, plus the school thing. I told my girlfriend and my friend I am not going next weekend. I don't need to put myself through that crap. I might like to torture myself, but not that much.
As for this school thing, meh. I'll probably fail anyway... so what do I care? I might be smart, but when I can't be bothered to such an extreme level that I get stressed out trying to make myself do it... I'm probably not getting it done. Oh well, all I can say is I tried to warn ya'll, but nobody listens to me. "It's just four weeks AJ", "You're so close to an achievement" BLAH BLAH BLAH.