Judgement Day

Tomorrow is the day I face judgment. Five exhausting days lie ahead—no sleep, no rest, only relentless stress. Yet, strangely, my mind feels calm right now. It’s as if I’ve surrendered to an “all is well” state, even while memories flood through me, making it impossible to concentrate on any one thing. My thoughts feel scattered, like a fog clouding my mind. I might get through this, but I wonder—to what cost? When will this struggle finally end? I had a chance, and I let it slip through my fingers. I feel invisible, trapped between worlds I don’t belong to. My mind drifts, tasting the strange edges of psychedelic thoughts, though I’ve never touched weed or drugs. My roommate, on the other hand, chases happiness in a haze I can’t reach.All I want right now is to go home—to hold my girl close, to eat my mother’s food, to fall asleep in my own bed where the chaos of this place can’t touch me. Here, everything feels tangled and heavy. Everyone’s seriousness has muted even the joy of a simple joke.But when I really stop and think... it’s just a midterm exam. Maybe I wrote all of this not for you, but to hold onto some part of myself. To make sense of the mess inside.Goodbye for now.