Frustration

Seen the word on title frequently?

The third time I accidentally make others think how unmanly I had became. I would say that blood is worth spilling more than tears. But I really couldn't control already. This feel of despair in me is so great that I think it can cause a coma in an ordinary person.

a) Maybe I was wrong.
b) Also, maybe, but I also hope so, that I might be born for great things?

The cure is invaluable: ample and steady bit of rest from school work. I doubt it is receivable. Already, I got picked on by two teachers for sleeping: Mr Lee and Mrs Lee. *sigh* I do hope my future isn't a dull one...