cooped up at home with the laptop and journals.
and i'm going nuts.
my mind is overworking but it's also stuck.
my heart is stressed out because of the surging worries.
my stomach is stressed out because of the constant butterflies.
my eyes are tired.
and my breathing is abnormal. [not taking full breaths]
but i'm not done with it yet.
draft is in but i didn't do a good job.
she said it doesn't matter.
but i know it's subpar work and i feel bad about it.
coz i didn't try my best.
too indulged in my own sorrows and self-sabotaging stupor.
this has to stop.
someone...slap me. shake me. kick me.
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