It’s not even near

It is a sudden feel of tiredness. No matter how much rest can be obtained, it can never be enough.

Work can never be all done; mind can never freed from troubles. The pressure has compressed my brain and I have been the tiniest person ever.

“I know you can do it, look at all your stories, you’re the man!”

I seriously have no idea what to do next. There is no plan. I can never be as good as before because each time the phobia strikes before I can think.

I am not a romantic person anymore and never can I success in attain an acceptable grade. It is not a standard I can give for someone who is worthy.

I am going to explode.

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