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.