everything is piling up. five weeks into it but you feel that you have been trapped here for a lifetime and still counting. you are fast drowning under this sea of plain insanity and you would think that you would concentrate on the task at hand, that is to stay alive. but no, at these crucial moments you have to start thinking about mundane stuffs that is slowly draining what little strength you have left. maybe you should just let the current sweep you away.

no, it's not okay. everything's not okay.