Gawd. My laptop died yesterday and if I wasn't pissed enough to have to redo all my work, I sure am hella pissed today.

I almost got a detention at skool because I couldn't hand in my work. I just got told off and warned. Gosh.

And now I've taken my laptop to get fixed. They replaced the harddrive which charged money from our school account. Dad will ask how the laptop broke, and if the reason is shit he'd use my bank saving probably from Chinese New Year to pay for it.

And another wonderful load of shit icing on top of that is that my home computer got infected with this trojan with a "SpyFalcon" thing. I spend literally 10 hours devoting to fix it, but all my efforts are in vain. I got so fucking pissed and determined that I'd fix this thing before I get to sleep. It's past 2am now. The problem is still there. Gawd I hate this. I have so much work I have to do and I'm on the verge of going crazy. This fucking assignment we had four weeks to do which I have to redo and get done by next Tuesday. Then there's my debating speech and research due next Tuesday as well. There's graphics, science, social studies, maths, english and more maths tutoring homework that I could've done half today. But NOOOO, by computers just have to fuck with me. But I also don't want fucking extensions for my work. I want things done by the deadline so they don't go taking up the time I need to do new work.

I also have to reinstall all my programs, especially ones I have to use to design my engoish website. Urgh. O M G. My time management skills really need to be perfect if I'm going to pull some decent crap out of all this mess. Oh great, piano practise of at least two hours a day as well. My performance is in 3 months. I am so fucking lost on what to do and where to start. No matter how hard I try it just seems like my efforts will never be enough.

I'm sorry for that course language, but I think I'm goin kinda crazy and not being myself, I can't control myself and in the midst of all this I just made three cuts on my wrist. I hate it when I cut. It's not like I go "I cut, wana see?" or try to get attention or anything. I cut because I find it relieves all the stress and tension. I am so fucking screwed. It's late here and I have no one to tell this to. I'm grateful I can post here.