Stressed.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I’m cursed with a major headache. I'm drowned with lots of projects & there's a test tomorrow & I haven’t studied.
I'm in no mood to study it. GOD. And my temper is flaring so much that I got into a stupid argument with my Mum ‘cause I can't stand her whining & nagging. Now I'm blasting music so I won't hear her bitching outside. And it’s so freaking nice of her to say that if the tumours are cancerous, it's my retribution. FINE.
Let it be cancer than, I shall see how you cry when I die.
I'm feeling stressed.
Fuck, I want to cry. ):

xx Peppercorn Swirls