I don't know why, but uni this semester for me has been particularly difficult; perhaps it's because of all the other stuff going on that even simple essays have driven me close to insanity/breakdown a few times. I wish that things did not have to become more complicated as we got older. Although I love challenges, increased responsibility, being out of my comfort zone and all the such, sometimes I wish that we had some control, or at least some choice, about which ones we wanted to tackle and when. But I guess that's not how the world works. How it works is that they just get thrown at us all at once, as if the Man Above was playing some sadistic game to see how much we could take until we cracked.

There isn't a lack of advice about how to deal with hard times, what with the internet and self-help books and well-meaning people. But the one that I've found most helpful is N's advice - when it feels like you can't take it anymore, just laugh. Just laugh, and let it know that you are the one in control. And laugh at how stupid you were to let it get to you. And it works.