Pressure Cooked

I really shouldn't be here. I've got tonnes (tons?) of work to do, lab reports to complete. I really shouldn't be here.

Uninterested and uninteresting lecturers are spoiling my mood to study. Granted, for the student to at least have the willpower to practise doing maths questions with full knowledge that one question will need at least 20mins of solving, with no assurance of getting the right answer, the least one can have is an enthusiastic lecturer.

But it's not to be. Their "down-ness" is starting to get to me. Cause they're, like, the first people I see early in the morning. I just can't find the energy to smile anymore.

And I won't smile if just to fake it. I prefer to live my life in oblivion. Look away from everything. Be an unknown, I don't care.

Truly, I feel as if I'm being pressure cooked to perfection.