:: If ever ::

The work is madness.
Writing essays on a daily basis is draining.
The reason I keep stoning like an exhausted zombie.
And looking like a sleep-deprived panda, yes Im that ugly now.
Miraculously Im surviving despite the late-nites and the habitual last minute work.

I have so much to think about.
Which made me wonder how did I manage to comparmentalize all these thoughts without falling into depression.
The fear is crawling back. Chanting my well-known mantra -- Im nt ready for commitment. I hope the situation could be rationalised simpler.
They say life is about choices.
But they didnt mention how to make the right one.

Because I need to make a choice.