Torn, demoralized, stupid, tired.
All these words describe my emotions now.
If I survive next week, its by gods grace.
If I die, it would be due to exhaustion.
Proj proj n proj.
Deadlines, assignments n presentations are all crashing down tgther .
I sense the stress, sense the sleepless nights and days without meals coming.
Again, the feeling of buying clothes come. But I promised myself I won't buy clothes.
The more dumb I feel the quieter I am.
Maybe that's why I don't talk much now.
Too dumb to speak. Hias.
I hate the feeling of uselessness' but its too late to give up now.
Endure. Im sure I can pull through this!