I really don't get the point of going for a holiday when the moment you go for a holiday, you forget everything, or at least you try to forget and shut down your guilty conscience, and when you come back home and back to the sad sad reality of ordinary life, you get smacked in the face with a whole load of unresolved matters and a heck load of guilty conscience. Boom, there goes all that rest and relaxation.

These are the times when I just want to smack myself in the head and ask why on earth did I agree to being president. Not only do you have to ensure that everything runs smoothly, you have to make sure that the decisions that you make are the right ones. Which brings me to question my own decision as to if that's the right one. Which brings me to doubt myself and question my capabilities. Which brings me to the brink of wanting to resign from this damned post so that I can live slightly less stress-free.

Because really, it's not as if I already don't have enough to do. Already I'm behind on my studies, really really behind, which brings me to question again what was the point of that holiday. I'm behind in so many aspects of my life that I just want everything to just..STOP.

I think I've fallen into a deep pitch-black chasm of negativity.