What's more irritating than a pile of final term assignments due in one day yet still a big question mark about how to do it?

An irritating boyfriend.

I should be sleeping 'cos I have a big presentation tomorrow. But I can't, and now I'm somehow majorly pissed. Pissed pissed pissed. I thought my usual suicide phase that comes every time during exam weeks weren't coming tonight. But it did, of course. There were like thousands of things in my head, ready to explode, and all I needed was some fun, some getaway even via phone. But noooo it's not happening; my head's stil throbbing like crazy. And congratulations, boy, you really pulled the trigger tonight.

Hmm. You, oom, if you read this, yeah, I'm not so in love with you right now. Uuh kesel.