exasperated

I am honestly mentally and physically and emotionally tired. Spm is really killing me and its only what, the third week? All this is just one big joke. I mean I know none of my friends have actually really started studying but I mean if I want to win the race, I've got to be the turtle. Does that make sense? Yeah I mean I'm not the brightest student and I've got to catch up with my friends. But that doesn't mean I've got to be hammered and drilled and has to be studying 25 hours a day. That's insane. I've got to like balance my life, no?

I don't see why I can't have a 'social life' (pfsh like I actually have one) and my studies. I don't see why parents have to suck the fun out of everything. Then again, they're parents. What to do, what to say. I know they're just worried sick about us and want the best for us and I know one day I'm gonna thank my mum for all this but I'm just going crazy and yes I've said this about a gazillion times but its only the 3rd week of school! That's just...sigh. I'm going back to my rabbit hole. Hm tally-ho!