workaholic

It's supposed to be holiday but we have common tests to prepare for. What 'life' do we have? And I don't wish to be further misled into thinking that since our lives are meant to be hectic and stressful we might as well get used to it. Absolutely not.

I like the smell of fresh air, especially when the wind blows straight into your face on a cool, rainy day. But I also hate it when people put you in a spot just so that they can squeeze out every bit of what they think you're worth and discard whatever that's left behind. Like a blender. But a blender has no feelings. Oh wait, since when did they have any?