Falter Not

For the past few days, my constitution has been wavering between losing hope and pushing forward. It has been a tough battle. And it is just a battle, not yet the war.

I've been unable to completely focus on my studies being here at home. I can never escape from the sporadic errands and favors my parents ask me. Should I say no, I get a nasty comment or a remark that they keep between them. This often leaves me harassed and unable to focus afterwards.

Just today, I got a comment for not wanting to the laundry. I did it, anyway. But hell, if I wasn't needed to, I wouldn't have.

I did it, anyway.

And when I thought I had the whole day to be quiet, they started rearranging furniture.

@*()$#*@&#(*&!!!!

In a desperate attempt to save my grade, I asked a friend who offered me to sleep over her house so I can study. She said she'd let me stay for the following weekend (before finals). I asked my mom and got a heaven-sent "yes".

With the feeling of renewed strength and faith, press on, soldier.

Back to the books, I go.