Laoghaire
May 26th, 2009, 07:58 AM
Can I rant? Can I please cry?
I feel beyond despair... I'm exhausted and I can't get some rest.
Monday, 25 May, was D-day for me. I failed my thesis last year, so I had to re-do it. I had to hand it in that Monday, threefold, glued and whatever more. The pressure... Well, there are no words to descibre what I felt this last week. Luckily, I had my dear Stormbeard, who pulled me through. If it wasn't for him, I think I would have given up... That last Sunday night, he stayed up with me until 3.30am. He corrected most of my chapters and cheered me up. I was an awful person, and I've hurt him so many times... Sunday night, and even Monday morning, I had a fight with dad, about menot being ready (again) and not printing the thesis on time... He is worried, I'm well aware of that, but I would have killed for a cuddle. I didn't get any. Complaints, yes...
So, I handed the thesis in yesterday, raced back home and started studying for my exam today (26 May). I had a lot of studying to do, letmetell you that, because the thesis had been my first priority last week.
Only to find, when I logged on, that Stormbeard,my partner, my rock, my support and my love, had been involved in a car crash. Nothing serious, but a blow for me nonetheless... This has always been my biggest fear, of losing him without being aware of it. He is okay (As far as I know), so I couldn't be happier.
I studied till 1.30am, after which I had a shower, and went to bed.
At 3am, an awful stormhit Belgium, with a tremendous power... My window was still open and the wind on my curtain woke me up. I closed it, surrounded in light flashes. I went back to sleep, but onlyminutes later, the storm hit hard. I thought I heard our bikes fall... I re-opened the curtain, to see a purple sky FILLED with lightening. So much wind... I walked downstairs, shaking. My sister sleeps in the room under me and she was already awake too.
I ran downstairs... *****, this breaks my heart everytime I think about it* Because I was afraid of my mum's brand new gazebo (summer gazebo, with iron bars and canvas). I found it completely broken... Bent, on the ground. Mum had just decorated it (she was so happy with her new gazebo) with flowers in her favourite pots. All smashed... *cries*
I was the first one to see it, and I cried, so loud... My mum's mother's day gift... The watering cans were gone, my slippers soaked...
Then there was hailstone... Hailstone melts on our windows, and oozes through one of them. Now this happened with two windows, including the window where the computer was. We were all up by that time, running around with buckets and mops. But we all cried over the gazebo...We all sat in front of the window for a while, looking up to the sky. We had 30.000 lightenings in the sky in two hours time, and 10.000 lightenings that have hit the ground (and killed a horse).
I went to bed, but could not sleep... Called my man, only to find out more about the disasters that happened over there after the accident. But he calmed me down...
The alarm rang at 6.45am. I got up, saw the ravage in the garden and had to leave for uni... I'm now home again, and I'm lost. I want to cry, but I can't. This is pure despair, and I don't know why. I managed to struggle my way through the thesis with a happy face. Nobody ever saw a tear or despair, despite from Stormbeard. I was so scared last night...
I don't know what's wrong with me now. Will it be good to cry? But why can't I? It's not the gazebo that is gone...It's out gift to my mum, who was so over the moon with it.
What is going on?
I feel beyond despair... I'm exhausted and I can't get some rest.
Monday, 25 May, was D-day for me. I failed my thesis last year, so I had to re-do it. I had to hand it in that Monday, threefold, glued and whatever more. The pressure... Well, there are no words to descibre what I felt this last week. Luckily, I had my dear Stormbeard, who pulled me through. If it wasn't for him, I think I would have given up... That last Sunday night, he stayed up with me until 3.30am. He corrected most of my chapters and cheered me up. I was an awful person, and I've hurt him so many times... Sunday night, and even Monday morning, I had a fight with dad, about menot being ready (again) and not printing the thesis on time... He is worried, I'm well aware of that, but I would have killed for a cuddle. I didn't get any. Complaints, yes...
So, I handed the thesis in yesterday, raced back home and started studying for my exam today (26 May). I had a lot of studying to do, letmetell you that, because the thesis had been my first priority last week.
Only to find, when I logged on, that Stormbeard,my partner, my rock, my support and my love, had been involved in a car crash. Nothing serious, but a blow for me nonetheless... This has always been my biggest fear, of losing him without being aware of it. He is okay (As far as I know), so I couldn't be happier.
I studied till 1.30am, after which I had a shower, and went to bed.
At 3am, an awful stormhit Belgium, with a tremendous power... My window was still open and the wind on my curtain woke me up. I closed it, surrounded in light flashes. I went back to sleep, but onlyminutes later, the storm hit hard. I thought I heard our bikes fall... I re-opened the curtain, to see a purple sky FILLED with lightening. So much wind... I walked downstairs, shaking. My sister sleeps in the room under me and she was already awake too.
I ran downstairs... *****, this breaks my heart everytime I think about it* Because I was afraid of my mum's brand new gazebo (summer gazebo, with iron bars and canvas). I found it completely broken... Bent, on the ground. Mum had just decorated it (she was so happy with her new gazebo) with flowers in her favourite pots. All smashed... *cries*
I was the first one to see it, and I cried, so loud... My mum's mother's day gift... The watering cans were gone, my slippers soaked...
Then there was hailstone... Hailstone melts on our windows, and oozes through one of them. Now this happened with two windows, including the window where the computer was. We were all up by that time, running around with buckets and mops. But we all cried over the gazebo...We all sat in front of the window for a while, looking up to the sky. We had 30.000 lightenings in the sky in two hours time, and 10.000 lightenings that have hit the ground (and killed a horse).
I went to bed, but could not sleep... Called my man, only to find out more about the disasters that happened over there after the accident. But he calmed me down...
The alarm rang at 6.45am. I got up, saw the ravage in the garden and had to leave for uni... I'm now home again, and I'm lost. I want to cry, but I can't. This is pure despair, and I don't know why. I managed to struggle my way through the thesis with a happy face. Nobody ever saw a tear or despair, despite from Stormbeard. I was so scared last night...
I don't know what's wrong with me now. Will it be good to cry? But why can't I? It's not the gazebo that is gone...It's out gift to my mum, who was so over the moon with it.
What is going on?