throwing rocks

I'm currently feeling the hardest semester yet in college.  Last semester was the easiest, no doubt, I should have been a DL, but this semester is too tough that I'll be lucky enough to get a QPI of a mere 2.5. That's an average of C+ for all the subjects.  I'm not even enjoying myself anymore, like the way I enjoyed the things that were happening in the first semester.  It is so frustrating really, and sometimes, I would really just like to drop everything, walk away and never come back.  But this decision is a decision of a weakling, which I hope I'm not.  My battle is my battle and even though I don't know what the long term effect these trials would do for me, I'm doing them anyway.

It's classless.  It is a weekend night, instead of going out or merely just relaxing in the comforts of my room, I'm writing notes for a research paper.  Every hour counts for me now.  I've even set my schedule from the moment I wake up to the moment I sleep, as if everything is in pattern.  It is working out alright but I feel that it is not worth it anymore.

The world is coinciding against me, I feel it, and the only thing I wanted to do after I graduate is travel the world and at the same time help everyone I come across with.   And this stress I'm feeling is really not worth it.  When your boyfriend makes you tired, he is not worth it, right?  This just doesn't make me tired, it kills me.