Toxic

Working is so freaking stressful. Makes you wonder why on effing earth did you ever wish and hope you’d get out of studying ASAP. When in fact, school gives you less tress than work.

I have 3 months and 2 weeks to go. Feel like giving up now. But I know I shouldn’t. Pressure and stress are two things that I know I can handle quite well.

It’s nice to escape and run away from reality every time things get frenzy. And quite honestly I’m good at that. Possibly the reason why I’m still here, surviving.

Do I live to work or do I work to live? Hmmm.

I work so I could satisfy all my selfish pleasures and cravings.

And to the person who invented or discovered coffee and music, hands down. Those two things just keep me sane everyday.

Anyway, I was reading some of my old emails and found my 3 year college articles. It was fun to re-read all of it. From my Literary Journalism articles, to my numerous Features articles. Then there’s the travelogue article I wrote with Mj and Danna, and the Zorayda Sanchez article with Mj.

How I miss school.