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Stamped: 23:12:00

I don't know how I get myself into these kind of situations.

Where I'm pestered/plastered to the wall and I can't breathe, knowing that out of three, I'll inevitably have to sacrifice one.

Moving gives stress.
Trying to pass exam amplifies the stress.
Choosing the right path, following my heart, makes all hell break loose.

But can't I have it all?

Someone once told me that I'm not ordinary.

But I'm not extraordinary either.

So what am I?

I have absolutely no idea.

And at 28, it is not the time to be soul searching, anymore.

And in the midst of all this mess???

Definitely not a good time.

Sigh.

I need to focus.

On what matters most to me.

But by choosing, I may lose everything.

How now?

Sigh.

Damn.

Now I really need to be extraordinary.





-Jess, lost in stress, confabulating-




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