Since Ken reminded me that I am addicted to dramatic life unconsciously, more or less, I force myself to face this symptom. Being extreme, it is painful for people who live around me. However, the intention of being extreme makes me feel alive.
Paranoid, I am one of them when I devote myself into work/what I really love to do. Food, beverage, chat, breaks are needless. All I would focus is the one, the one I am interested to interact with/ involve in.
Stay in the cold, walking for hours, non stop writing until I figure out and make things clear, keep sweeping til I feel weary, repeat listing to one song til I am sick of it, thinking of one person til I realise he is not the one for me.
I got no idea why I do this to myself, exhausted.
