Keeping my Hopes Up-High

Here’s to hoping that tomorrow when I wake up, the sun would finally shine upon me.

I have never been this stressed and exhausted my whole life. I have never been this occupied. My body and mind are both very much used up during the day and night, yet, there are still things left unfinished, left untouched even.

My eyes are wide open for, God knows how many days or weeks already. Tonight’s actually the first time of the week that I’ll be spending the night in my dorm room again. I am always either in the newsroom pressing my brain cells to come up with a decent lead for the feature article, or, I am in my classmate’s apartment and still discharging concerns and matters about having to publish our newspaper on time. And, the way we deal with the tension, which is eating non-stop, isn’t doing any good. I gained more than a couple of kilos. But of course, that should be the least of my worries now.

I feel terrible, up to the point of needing to shed some tears. Is it supposed to be this hard? I mean, does it really have to get to a point wherein I would be having no choice but to give up one thing for the other? I have deadlines to beat tomorrow. Sadly, I would not be able to pass the most important of all, which is one part of my thesis proposal. As much as I am willing to miss a few hours of sleep for that, I still would not be able to do it.

But then again, this entry is not supposed to be all rants and raves. Here’s still to hoping that tomorrow when I wake up, I’ll be in good sense again.

This too shall pass, and I’ll be forever carrying with me all the lessons learned during this roughest time (so far) of my life.