As I Always Say...

Yes I am feeling the stress again with no venting outlets for me.

Work seems to be never ending and it seems to burgeon everyday. Writing a simple essay on the population and Earth is already sapping half of my energy away.

Rest is not something which can cure me of the stress. I need to vent it out.

Relaxation is not an entitlement but a privilege.

I have no outlets or whatsoever to transfer my agony to. Therefore I stuffed it into my emotional luggage and live with it. From day to day, it is increasing in weight. From day to day, my self sinks into the deep abyss of mental torture and pain.

I can only pray for smooth transition into November, when it will be nothing but mugging and writing notes.