Stressed To The Max

I'm really,
Really going to die,
Am I?

AR Paper,
Who everyone dubbed as the killer paper,
Is just a day away,
And till this day,
One by one mishap happens,
That I think might be the starting point,
Of my endless journey,
In a psychiatrict ward.

First,
The insomnia.
Which has happens a few days,
Since the final started.
It is different if I take afternoon naps,
Or oversleep at nights,
This is just plain insomnia.
I don't sleep at night,
And I don't sleep in the afternoon either.
So I'm really really irritated by the loss of my precious sleeps.

Two,
The month is coming to an end,
And my period is not even here yet.
I joked with Mum that I might be pregnant,
But actually I'm really concerned by my lack of blood coming down in a fountain of grossness,
Which also triggers my abundant appetite for food in general,
And lots of frustration.

Three,
And this one concerned me the least.
Heck,
I don't even give a damn.

Everything is just so stressful,
And there is absolutely nothing I could do,
Except vent it out,
On twitter,
Here,
By watching Junjou Romantica,
Love Stage,
Karaoke-ing in front of laptop,
Yelling to no one in particular,
And picking a fight with the ABBAS' cats.

I am just,
So so tired,
Frustrated,
And I want nothing but this exam to frickin' end already.