The Effects of Friday

I know everyone knows that today is Friday.
I hate today.
I hate that it reminds me that a week has gone by.
I hate it that it means time is running out.
I hate that its the start of the weekend.
Another weekend to watch time fly by while I sit in my room "studying"
Another weekend not spent in the comfort of my own home.

To tell you the truth, I think there are a million things bothering me right now but today being Friday doesn't make it any better. Friday is the day that people wait for, the day they go home, the day they plan their weekends...all of which do not apply to me.

I think I'm screwing this up even more than I let myself believe. Why the heck did I think I can do this? Why did everyone seem oh so supportive of my whacked plan? It just seems so absurd right now.

Anyways, today I was told that going home should not be a top priority since I have signed on for this and I should be committed. What the heck? I do not think planning or wanting to go home is a sign against my commitment. I think its a basic human need. Is it wrong to want to curl up on your own couch, to be in a safe & supportive environment, to be around people that make your world a happier place? We're barely adults, sometimes I feel that the world forgets that. They keep expecting more from us than what we're ready to give.
Maybe that's how adults become adults.
When the world pushes you, you have to adapt to meet the stresses.. (sounds like patho actually)

Thats the end of my rant- i just needed to put this out there.