If I could, I would make that difference.

I'm supposed to be doing my history project now. But, I'm feeling.. vexed up inside. Why? Why? Why? I keep asking myself why. But I'm not finding out the root cause of it.

I have no idea why. I'm feeling, irritated. With, myself actually. Quitters are losers, Samantha. Don't be a loser. Rah. What rubbish am I talking about!

I had a, rather.. bad day today. Okay, it wasn't bad. Nothing happened to me. Its just like, overflow of emotions that kind of thing. Things that happen, never fail to get me thinking. Why now and not before? Why me and not them?

Okay, somebody please, slap me out of the 'fantasy' that I'm living in. Its time to get real man. Nothings going to happen if I just sit here and moan and groan about things that have already happened. I've got to make that difference. And trust me, I will.

For now, I think I'll just self-reflect.

I cry out to you, for you are my portion and my refuge.