Need for a fall
When I become tired more and more throughout the year, I catch myself thinking that I want something bad to happen to me, so I can get out of the mundane. Or sometimes I want to faint so that everyone will tell me how much I am overworked and pity me. Or I just want to end up in the hospital, where I can chill a little from the fucking work and studying, of which I am already sick to the stomach.
There is no morale. I just need to confess to someone. I am not ok, probably.