Not as glad as I wish.

I'm not happy.
I'm unhappy.
I couldn't understand what the professor is talking about.
I couldn't figure out how to solve the problems.
I couldn't make any sense out of the textbooks.
There is just too much things to do,
too many books to read,
too many subjects to cover,
too many errands to run,
too many places to go.
I couldn't even spend a peaceful weekend now.
How I miss those holidays, where time would be more than enough.
Even going shopping seems impossible nowadays, with my fully packed schedule.
Everyone back at home is busy preparing for Chinese New Year,
but here I am, having a headache about whatsoever that's appearing in my life.

Nervous breakdown-ing,
S.