It came back. I cannot handle the effect it has on me, on my body, on my mental state; it makes me panic, resulting in it worsening so terribly that it brings tears of distress to my eyes.

The reason entirely surpasses my comprehension. I should have had two days of rest. Two study-less days before the even more important retakes start. One after another.

It is identical to what I experienced then, and more frustration and stress arose when I got the wrong kind of therapy.

There is but one thing I long for to help me, which remains, due to dissatisfaction, the magically relaxing powers of a proper massage.

Because I simply cannot breathe.

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I feel so