I remember only four days from entire March, I have rarely spoken with my friends, I didn’t draw a single sketch, haven’t read a single page of any book, didn’t write anything, I was of no support to anyone, my friend has mental breakdown and needs help right now but I didn’t spare her any time because I forgot I existed. The only two important things that happened in this month were under some kind of pressure. I genuinely remember my dreams better than what happened during the past four weeks. I feel like if I disappeared inside my own head and went on autopilot…