Frantically worried
Oh my god, I am so worried about writing this blog...
I get stressed about the smallest of things. Well......." stressed" doesn't seem like the right word.
I have always felt that stress is something big people feel, about serious things in life. I feel worry, frantic worry.
Recently I had my exams and I was frantically worried. I managed to chew my nails to their ends and pluck half my eyebrows out (don't do this, it doesn't look great). And the strangest thing was, I didn't know why, or about what, I was so frantically worried. It was a 30 marks midterm paper. 30 marks.
In my house marks don't matter. Impressing my parent with good marks doesn't work, as they are happy when I get 29 out of 30 or 9.
Then why was fidgeting constantly and plucking the hair off my arm while waiting for my paper?
Because of our schools dude. Dimaag kharab karke rakh dete hai
ReplyDeleteGood to know i am not the only one with dimaag kharab.
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