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4th feb 1986
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
1:09 am

Disgrace.


Crying in public is an embarrassing thing that should be avoided at all costs, but sometimes it just can't be helped.

It's so difficult when you only have 24 hours to spare each day and yet have so many obligations to fulfil. I've tried to be more than I am, yet despite all the frantic juggling, I haven't been able to do any one thing properly and well. That feeling really bites - when you attempt to do everything at one time, to discover that you've screwed everything up at the same time. It's a mixture of helplessness, mixed with frustration and anger directed inwards - I should have tried harder.

So, it just felt like I'm a bad student, a bad performer, a bad leader, a bad project-mate, and a terrible granddaughter. All at the bloody same time.

...and so everything started crashing down all about me last night. But it wasn't so bad - he was there to pick the pieces up after me and help put them all back together. (Thankfully.)

After that, everything didn't look so bleakly impossible anymore.

And we trudge on.

(Countdown: 4 more days)