Yes, as my overly ridiculous and dramatic title suggests (or screams, in this case) I am depressed. I feel irritated. I feel lethargic and inertic(that's a word I made up-it means full of inertia; not wanting to start moving, though not minding much when finally succeeding in moving). Every time I think of more torturous studying, I want to cry; it's gotten worse and worse since my last post. I don't know what's happened to me. I used to enjoy studying so much- now it's an activity I have more than enough of, that stops me from my beloved activities like lazing around and reading fanfiction and other stuff. Now I'm on my way to tuition, and I'm feeling terrible. It's the only reason I'm leaving my house today, else I'd be in my room the whole day, trying to focus on studying my ass off. I want to scream; I want to blame somebody for putting me through this; I want to cry. However, my character is not one which allows for that. I almost wish for the exams to be over already, except I still have something unpleasant awaiting me.
I might be on top of my studies if I can focus; that's what's torturing and tormenting me greatly.
My dear, when I am gone, please immortalise me in stone and marble, and let me live on in the hearts of people, the stories on their lips, and the strength of their belief. Scatter my ashes in the wind, but let me keep for myself, a peaceful little corner of England(why England? I have no idea. Harry potter, maybe? Well. That destroyed the mood pretty effectively, I'll bet.) Fare thee well, true love of mine, and make me a cambric shirt. Parseley, sage, Rosemary and thyme.
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