Not My Day

Dear lonely isle,

Sorry for the overly long absence. I don't have internet. Not at home, not in my hostel.

I do now though.

Yeah. It's so not my day.
Got wiped all over the wall and doors into the hall today. Big crowd. All pushing. Broke my file. Messed up my hair. Bruised and aching.
No, it's not war. It's registration day.

Then there's the problem with my minor clashing with my maths class.

But that's okay.

Guess what? NUS accepted me. But they didn't approve my loan.

Yeah. I know. Writing to rant and vent and be angry and frustrated and cry.

But I can't squeeze out a tear. Or even feel the teensiest bit mad.

Just feeling really down.
Really really down.

love, joyce.