The third week has not yet arrived, and I'm already feeling the heat. Things seem different from last year, not as easy, not as simple, not as relaxed. (Even though previously I had tons of tuition to give.)
Stressed. Pressurized. Squashed. Ripped into a thousand and one pieces. Tired. Very tired.
I think it is caused by an accumulation of many issues, big and small. Plus the fact that the Sun returns home earlier than I do every day. It's getting harder to joke and laugh, and getting easier to seep into melancholy and gloom. It's getting harder to ignore the issues, push them aside and sweep them in a corner. Furthermore, I can't stand not being in control of how I feel, and I'm not in control now.
Anyway...
Can't believe that heath ledger died. He is only in his twenties and had so much of his life ahead. How shocking. Perhaps he was quite affected in his role as the Joker till he couldn't take it. Actors (the really good ones) immerse themselves in their roles till the boundary between the actor and the role becomes blurred, and they become one and the same.
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