Driftwood

My mind is often awash with emotions. Of late, it has been fear, impeding judgements, overwhelming my psychology. It got worse today. An overbearing fear of failure and worry clouding my mind even before my first attempt at the test. Unhealthy and damaging. It robs me of my apetite, my belly full of fear and my mind full of disgust. That I have spiralled downwards and degenerated as such. Over the littlest, worthless things. Attributed to an immense desire for success to disprove the dissenters. So much so that failure is not an option. It cannot, must not happen...

Alas, so much fuss over a simple test. I get carried away. Like driftwood. Weak, brittle and powerless in a sea of emotions.