This is not an update.
This chapter is for #writetogether challenge.
The prompt is about how are we really feeling in this time of pandemic when everyone is under so much pressure to be productive.
You guys can also share your honest feelings too :)
So how am I feeling-
I feel serene, scared, suffocated, excited, and disappointed at the same time.
This was supposed to be the summer before getting started at the uni. I thought it will the best summer ever but here I am in my house for past 2 months.
I feel more connected to my family since I stay with them all the freaking time but I also feel suffocated sometimes because of their continuous presence.
My uni is in a different nation so I am scared that will I be able to get there at all or will I have to spend my first semester online.
Plus my parents keep on asking me to study for entrance examinations for universities back home... and I have not been studying for them at all.
I want to use this time to learn cool things and to so something different.
I am learning German on Duolingo... but I have not reached far.
I am also doing a 100 days of productivity challenge on tumblr and that is the only reason why I know today's date.
Writing this story is the only thing that makes me feel like I am worth something and I am extremely excited about it.
Sometimes I feel lonely, awkward, and desperate for love. I just need somebody to flirt with. I need some amusement in my life, period.
Sometimes I just want to sleep the entire day, the next day and the day after. It seems there is nothing worth waking up for.
Somedays when I workout, I fall in love with me.
The best days are the ones with a call to my bestfriend.
The best nights are the ones with late night conversations with friends.
I never thought I would say it, but I miss school.
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