It has been from one utterly miserable weekend to another. We walked, drove from Huntington garden, to Melrose flea market, to Beverly Hills, to Sunset Blvd, to lunch, to dinner, to shopping malls, while my dear boyfriend drove the entire day and my stress level shot over the roof thinking about all the stuff that haven't got done and had become pretty much impossible to make up for school. What if I can't graduate this semester? Can't finish my recital? I'd have wasted half year of my life, and for what?
Sometimes I wish life would just give us a break!