I'm going crazy...And it's not as much fun as I thought it would be...

I don't know why professional jugglers don't go around to businesses and give lessons on how to keep thirty glass balls in the air, and still keep a smile on your face! And to think, I have volunteered for TWO more years of this dementia! I'd like to just run away with the next passing band of friendly gypsies. I can't help but to worry that even if I get all my school and home projects done (on time even!) I'd probably forget to put pants on the day of a presentation! Or try to serve my family some saute'd career report with a side of viral pathology! Won't they be impressed! Seriously, the bets reward at the end of this whole ordeal won't be that confounded little piece of paper, but the presence of my family still by my side, and still speaking to me..most of the time!

There is so much I want to do in life, so many hobbies I want to indulge. Oh God, please grant me all the time that I need! And please give peace to me and my family! They are so phenomenal but I know they don't think that I know that...