Symptoms are back.

They're back. I don't have it yet... but they're back.

Oversleeping.

Overeating.

Lost of interest in thing that you used to like.

Feeling lost.

No care in the world and self.

I don't know. It really all began with... pageant. And failing at it. And then, losing again in my fight for my future. And then losing in my fight for dreams. And now, I may pretend to be okay with it. To not care. But it breaks me inside. And now? I'm losing again. Again. Again. Again. Taking the test again, and I am losing. I am not prepared. I have not studied. I don't know what life has in stored for me. And I don't know what'll happen next. One thing's for sure...

I am not okay.

I am far from okay.