I wanted to see you in person but these days when I’m down in spirits, I’m finding it really hard to leave my room. This morning, I mustered up my courage and after a week of living a secluded life in my room, I finally peeped out of my window and saw children laughing and playing in the street.
The world has already ended for me and I’m amazed how anyone on earth can feel so happy.
Please Dr, I’m not ill. I’ve just checked my temperature, it’s normal. My pulse rate is fine but I’ve this strange sensation that I’m sure that sooner or later I’m going to bid my farewell to this world.
I’ve just Googled my symptoms but found nothing that could fit well with my condition.
Now, it’s been an hour that I looked in the mirror and found my eyes puffy and while trying to write the draft for this mail, I found it hard to concentrate. These days despite my utmost efforts I’m unable to focus and while talking with my family, my mind is continuously taking a ramble in that strong world of imagination.
Everyone at home is sure that my mental state is not good but what they don’t understand is the fact that I only want a reassurance.
The mere sentence that the show that I had been busy watching in these past days hadn’t ended can bring a whiff of hope for me.
I’ve pleaded and I’ve requested them but all they’re saying is this that I needed to accept the reality.
I wanted to see you but couldn’t find the heart to leave my laptop. The last episode of the last season is open on my screen. I didn’t count but I’m sure I had already watched it for at least hundreds of times.
With no apparent reason of any disease, my health is deteriorating day-by-day. No one at home is happy for me. I really want your help and waiting anxiously for your reply.
I’m a wounded binge-watcher