I saw her clearly with my blurred two eyes… It fucking hurts… how the hell could she do nothing or act like nothing is happening infront of her eyes, to let me suffer like this?
Then, I told our debate adviser that I would be withdrawing from the debate as my psychiatrist had told me.
To add up to my depression, I didn’t do anything to help my council in preparing for the university days and I feel so awful and useless. However, I also felt good, I love how I could do things whenever I want or do things without giving much effort.
Also, I met with Mr. X (psychiatrist) today and like the other day, I don’t know what to make of this.