Dear Diary
I feel dead.
Very much so.
I have been staring at a blank wall for some time now.
To me, that's a bliss.
The number of things to do just come one right after another.
There is no time for rest.
Plus at the time of rest, I just had to be thinking of useless things.
Seriously out of it.
What to do?
My room is in a mess, which had never happened before.
I hate messy room and unorganized surrounding.
But I am too dead beat to clean up now.
...EXHAUSTED!
I thought I am that much more stress tolerant.
I thought wrong!
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