Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I wish you could see me now. There is nothing that will calm me down. I can't concentrate, and so far I wrote incessantly my last name in a piece of paper and made two small cuts on my wrist with a scissor that was near by. That does not sound good.
I keep watching the clock and 1pm just does not come. Why am I cutting myself? I'm trying to convince myself that all this is too hard. I'm trying to tell myself that I can't take 7 hours of work without collapsing. I need a break. Or do I need to hang on?

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