the trouble is me.

I see such chaotic dreams at night, it's gonna make me nuts soon. I see Plato, okay, understandable, but my own conscience? No matter whose face it had, it was my consience, telling me I was a darn looser and that I wasn't doing enough to complete an uncompleted thing of this summer.

The trouble is that this voice doesn't shut up when I wake up. I am fighting, but is it what I am supposed to do now? Shouldn't I just enjoy the moment and work hard? Ok - fighting equals working hard in my case, but I am too conscious and paranoid now.