hating psych

I have fallen sick again. As usual, I can’t seem to shake off the recurring effect of the throat inflammation saga. However, this time I am refusing a visit to the doctor. I will see if my self-medication will work.

This week has been rather stressful and demoralizing. Lots of deadlines to meet with many things to juggle. It’s only half the week passed, and I am sick of it already.

For one thing, I will tell you I hate Psychology. As much as I love this subject, like most of you know, there is some hidden clause that comes with it that irks me out. I have to restrain myself from all those common mistakes that people make in life. Like making wrong attributions and creating stereotypes, I keep reminding myself not to commit these mistakes since I am studying them. This means that I can't whine like a immature brat to try to get things done. I have come so far, convincing myself that I am a grown-ass man and is capable and supposed to be taking care of people now. Sometimes, it just tires the hell out of me and I feel like asking the 199 bus driver to crash into Sungei Gedong.

I am very sick. Even when I am typing this I am shivering behind my FOC t-shirt. Just let me die.

And one sad fact is that the World still turns even when you die. No soul is going to take a pity at you and probably, your disappearance won't be noticed, just like your existence. I am rated unrealistically optimistic for my own good. Now I see why and what's wrong, and maybe it's time for a change. It can't be that bad being the antagonist.

For all that I hold and believe, fuck it.

I hope the effect of the overdosed medicine goes away by tomorrow. If not I will be sprouting nonsense like now.