This is the third week after the new semester started. Every day I feel kind of suffocated. Every weekend I look back on the week to see how I can do better. Every morning before going to work I have to spend 10 minutes drawing to calm my mind.
It took me a year to love my ex-students as they are, but now I don't have another year. Yesterday at a point I was moved by some really nice girls, though I was as tired as a dog after work.
I don't want to worry anymore, not about how I can turn into the kind of people I expect. Just let me be me, and I might love you.