One month.

Can't find the right word or whatever to describe the state I'm in right now. Let's just say that the stress, the pressure, the anxiety, the lethargy, the mental exaustion, the disappointment, the apprehension, the doubt, the fear, the whatever word with negative connotations you can think about, is overwhelming. How not to when subconsciously Muse's Time is running out is playing repeatedly at the back of my head. (Oh and btw check out their new album, The Resistance. It's fucking awesome I swear!)

I'm scared. I'm shit scared right now. Somehow, panic always sets in at the wrong timing. Argh. Nevermind that cause I don't wanna talk about it. I've been telling myself, "I can do this man, I can do this I can do this, and I will!". That's like my mantra now. Like what Barney said, who else would say that to you if not yourself. She's right, I can't depend on just anyone. It's all becoming too, how should I say this, too overwhelmingly competitive? I was right when I said every man is for himself. Lies, lies I tell you. But I'm not surprised man. We're only human. I am, they are, you are.

God, I pray to you. Give me the strength. Give me the emotional, and mental strength to face the upcoming obstacles left for the following month or so. Amin.