tap tap tap tap

She sits there, tapping her pen against the table over and over. As she is doing this, she stares blankly down at her studying notes, willing herself to study but her body just will not respond.
"This is what happens when you are pushed to the limit." She thinks, and she shifts in her seat for the third time, after receiving pins and needles in her foot from sitting on it for an hour. The girl looks up again at the mess surrounding her - the beaded necklace dangling down from her study lamp, the stack of human biology notes to the left of her, English literature and drama studies books leaning haphazardly against her light, paint brushes in different shapes and sizes held in a container next to the lamp and application forms and books she had received months earlier from different universities to the right of her. The girl sighed. Her life was just a big mess - with her room reflecting exactly how she felt at that moment. One big mess.
"Just three more weeks Alyce. Just three more weeks."
"Don't let this be a waste of time. We have given up a lot of money and gone without in order to give you a good education. I didn't have a good education when I was your age. So make the use of this, don't let us down." Her parents words reverberated in her mind, the same words that had been spoken to her right throughout the year.
"I want it to be over!" She suddenly said out loud.
"I'm sick and tired of turning down my friends when they want to hang, I'm sick and tired of studying and turning my brain into moosh and collapsing onto my bed, exhausted. I"m sick and tired of it! Just sick and TIRED! Man, I've had three colds this year. THREE! That's more than usual. I only ever come down with it once a year. But I guess its the stress and the late nights thats making my immune system crash, as if its a computer which crashes after being used too many times and warn out..." The girl rambles on and on, as if this rambling, these words that she says out loud, are the only thing that will keep her sane.
She rolls her eyes after blurting out how she felt, vomiting up her emotions and stress. As if anyone will wanna hear how I feel, she thought. They've heard enough of it allready! No one wants to read it on my blog, my friends won't listen cause their going through the same ordeals and I'm just driving myself crazy just from thinking about it! I wish I could curl up into a little ball and close my eyes, and then there would be complete darkness. Nothingness. Nada.
But as the girls eyes grow heavy, her thumps of the pen against the table become slower and out of time, she realises that it will be over soon, this annoyance of studying won't last forever. She smiled lazily at the thought and got up, as if drugged, and wandered across the room and over to her bed, where she collapsed on it once more.