I feel like giving up. The tensions, pressures are getting way over my head and I’m drowning in desperation. The tension is surrounding me like a strong wind and there’s no way out. I feel like a trash on a crowded roadside where I get trampled on unmindfully. And there’s no way out for me. I may come out of the mess but by that time I’d be torn and impossible to put the pieces back together. No one would dare to pick a mucky piece of paper after it has been treaded by countless soles. The only way out is to wait for midnight when all of the people disappear leaving the useless dirty paper by itself. That’s the only time it can find rest and peace. Unfortunately, the time now is midday. The sun is still in the horizon and midnight is way out of sight.