Happiness is unattainable Today I finished my classes. Today so it should be a great day. + I will not have to take exams, I will not have to face those nasty + law professors are not happy ... yet. And I do not know whether this is because the examination had started looking good with the assistant (who throughout the investigation did not merely say, "Yeah, right, well, perfect") and then went to hell with Professor (a true black out ... argument repeated a thousand times, completely disappeared from my head) ... and I can not blame anyone but myself with ... I can not take it with the prof, or because I knew that the party with him is a Russian roulette: either you know the application or there is no alternative ... and then it was nice (stranamente!) at the time of signature was almost sorry and told me: "Miss, patience, do you think now is a doctor." He really did not would never have expected ... sure, maybe lower the rating of six points, without giving me way to solve ... but patience is done. After all, think about it, I should be proud of me for cmq be able to pass an exam and study in this period of my life so black. Had it not been for the pressures of my father, I would never have occurred to introduce right now. But now it is gone and I can not do + anything. And I can not cmq to be happy. I feel psychopathic and mentally unstable. Maybe I have accumulated too much stress at this time and maybe my nerves finally gave way. I just hope to recover sooner or later, but it certainly will pass the first time highlight. And yet there he wants. Scroll ... scroll
time in a hurry, I beg you ...
