Write about someone on the verge of a nervous breakdown, or having that breakdown, or recovering from that breakdown.
“I can do this; I’m so fucking tired of all of this!! This is all so fucking pointless!!!!” he pulled at his hair screaming. His friend came out of the other room and headed towards him. “What wrong man?”
“These assignments there just too much, I have no idea how to finish everything. I’m so fucking tired, they are so many, I’ve been at it for so long, I just want to sleep, watch a show, go to the beach, do anything but this and I still have so much left to do. I have to create the binder for my practice, finish my investigating, study for my two test, go to work, go to practice and finish my graduate entrance essays. It’s just so much, I feel like I’m going crazy. Ughhhhhhhhh!!!!!” he yells. “ I just want this to be over,” he says as he tugs at his hair again. “Wow Rick, you got to chill man” He glares at his friend and throws his arms in the air. “ Are you serious man how am I supposed to chill? I need to pass my classes to graduate. It’s my last semester man. I have a week left. A week!! I just want to be down with all this” he passes his hands through his face and throws himself on the couch. “ God, who would have thought the ending would be so bad? Ughhhhhhh!!!” he yelps again. “Ok, man. I get it; it’s a lot. Just take a minute to breathe in,” his friend says. He breathes in and out a few times and closes his eyes; he breathes in one last time and exhales loudly. He stays quiet for a few minutes then replies, “thanks, Jake. Sorry bout that, it’s just so much man.”
“ Bro don’t worry about it I’ll be the same next year. How about we grab some beers from the fridge and play a quick round of Call of Duty,” Jake says as he starts walking towards the fridge. “Yeah man, I think that’s just what I need.” Jake tosses a beer at him and turns on the game console. “ Ready to get your ass crushed Rick,” Jake says laughing. “Yeah right, let’s go. I’m going to make you cry like a little bitch, Rick replies. They both start laughing, “put your money where your mouth is.”
“Deal,” Rick says, “loser buys rounds next time we go out.”
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