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I know I've blogged about this before, but I feel this way so often I just need to get it out.

Everybody expects something out of me. WHAT THE FUCK. Can people just leave me alone to study?! People left and right asking questions, expecting you to know. My dad asking questions like I've been studying EE for the last million years. I know I'm not good enough, but really? So apparently it's all my fault that we haven't learnt about op-amps or whatever. If you think school is so easy, how about you take my place ?! have you every thought of rephrasing your question?? Work is hard but school ain't easy either.

GRRR. My head's going to explode from all these. Somehow it's wrong when I don't meet any of the one million expectations of everybody but I'm not suppossed to have any of others.

I really don't want to start the cycle of staying out late just to avoid coming home.

#sadsquirrel92.

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