"After Effects"

Or more like the on-going effects.

Nightly torment, I have to say. Even when I sleep.

Fear and stress is haunting on me in every particular way, especially my mind that controls my daily emotions. I gave school a miss today. Even ITPM class. A full day self-declared 'holiday'. I am emotionally and physically sick. My legs ache; my head aches; my throat aches; my eyes ache.

I am constantly telling myself that, "Mich, please press on!" But the pressure of 'please press on' is like the mountainous weight, putting on my shoulders, 'til the extent I could hardly move forward anymore. Every time I tried to carry on through those visible and invisible obstacle, tears would try its way to stop it from coursing down.

Every thing is overrated. Overrated.

Okay Mich, please carry on with your unfinished work. You know that it can be done.

Yea, it can be done.

This is getting depressing. So good-bye.