I am frustrated, officially, for a multitude of reasons, though they mainly revolve around the bloody restrictions that the A levels impose on my life. There are so many things to be done, yet because of that overrated darn A levels, everything is put on hold, everything is given less priority, everything is second, everything. But can everything really be less important?

I know its silly. I do have a choice, but then again I dont. It just happens I am a paranoid little sucker for the power of paper qualification, born and raised just to get certificate after certificate. I am not like some who believe they might have another way around life, yet I am not the kind who fully embrace their need for paper comfort and throw their whole soul to the demon of books. Caught in the middle. Period.

I guess theres difficulty no matter what path you choose. I know. I just need to rant. Release some steam. I would throw out every profantity. I guess I do have such a right since all I can do is watch on now. Rawrrrrrrrr!

When will this shit be over?