parts of a revolver.

i don't even want to be here anymore,
but i kind of can't help it.
i feel so dragged and tired already?

i think it's insane.
extremely high expectations is making me so stressed,
somehow, somehow not.
and it's crazy,
somehow it's just not the same for my other papers,
which i share with people i barely know,
so it's just not as stressful.
yet, this paper with 15 people.
it's just insanity you want to do well,
and insanity that you just want to remember every work
each artist does.

i shouldn't have slept so late.
i can only blame myself for screwing this up later.
i have a feeling i will,
but i hope i won't start short-circuiting if i do.
i guess this is the next paper i really fear
because of that incident during prelims.

ok it was no incident.
but.