Is it the coffee, or the stress, or both? I feel so on the verge of a breakdown, I'm so restless and vexed sore by all the tasks I have to complete, and on top of that, all the tasks I know I will have to face. No respite, it seems, this life of mine affords. I know I should not worry about tomorrow, but I just cannot help it. And I have to deal with a grievous loss what more, hoping to be able to salvage it.
I kept walking around, and when I tried to settle down, my muscles went through cycles of tension and relaxation, against my will. I would find my hands clenched into tight fists suddenly and start punching objects. Fortunately I retreated to more secluded areas till my restlessness was spent and I was exhausted.
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