Stay up late with me.

I sense there's something in the wind
It feels like tragedy at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have

The worst is just around the bend
But does he notice, my feelings for him
And does he see, how much he means to me
I think it's not to be

What will become of my dear friend?
When will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last

And will we ever end up together?
Oh....

And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one

- Sally's Song (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

I haven't eaten all day. But I don't feel like eating anyway.

Stress is giving me a headache and my head feels like it's going to burst.

Stress makes me nauseous and you'll see me run into the toilet everytime before an exam starts.

Stress makes me lose my appetite so when I run into the toilet expecting something, nothing ever comes out.

Stress makes my hands shake everytime I stand outside the hall.

Stress makes my hands shake everytime I write on those papers.

Stress makes me scared and I feel like crying.

Stress makes me dizzy and blank. 

Stress makes me wobbly.

I can't stand properly.

Won't someone support me?

Stay up late with me.