With time bomb ticking and emotional gun point blank on my head, I can't do anything...  My life gets wasted in saving the mind from anxiety and depression...

This diary note comes after having spent few good hours by the sea and then coming back to world through a phone call to the friend who'd be soon gone to another country for at least a year.. He said, yes He said, dump people write diary and correct he is, I feel like one...

and my blabber , restless blabber, ends with  realisation that time bomb is ticking... and I am very intuitive.. My gut feel whispers of morbidity...

How do i feel ? I feel hard -pressed, and frightful.
May my master bless me with strength and stability...