Sometimes you win some, sometimes you lose some. Sometimes, you are shattered into a million tiny fragments, that are scattered everywhere, and it's all you can do to collect as many pieces as you can and to try and reconstruct who you were. But in the end, you'll never be really whole, or the same. Ever again.
Kind of depressing I know. That's what my brain does when I get stressed and overwhelmed and I just can't handle it. I am sick of the process of everything, and would love nothing more, than to be laying in my bed, sleeping, than sitting here, trying in vain to study while wiping the tears out of my eyes. It's very frustrating trying to work, when your face leaks all over the page. I've gotten used to the feeling of being on the verge of tears.