Fatal.

Not much time left now,not much more to endure. Just a few short weeks,just a few more weeks to freedom. I need to gathers up my things to work,read all the appropriate pages,topics from the book. I need to concentrate,really have to focus so I can get this done. My head hurts,a dull throb in my temples refuses to go away. And I start thinking to myself,when did it get so hard? When did so hard to do this? When did my motivation leave me? Repeating slowly to myself,you can do this. You can do this.

; 'Sometimes,however,this sense of isolation,like acid spilling out of a bottle,can unconsciously eat away at a     person's heart and dissolve it.

--Haruki Murakami (What I Talk About When I Talk About Running)