What would you do?
When you feel so choked up? When everything else seems to consume you. When every corner of your house shrink and leave only a tiny space for you to breathe. There is a notebook, but you do not pick up any pen. There is your mother, but you are not sharing a word. Just awkwardly carry on with your activity in silent. Ignoring each other's presence, like you have not known each other for these 22 years. When every sound irritates you. Every hum. The singing of the house guard. The screech from the neighbor's door.
I am just having enough.