Working or doing nothing

Someone   in   my   head   always   tells   me   to   relax,   but   I   can't   help   but   work   all   day   long,   all   the   time.   I'm   not   enjoying   doing   these   things,   but   I   keep   doing   them,   or   I   have   nothing   to   do,   and   I   don't   know   what   to   do.   So   I   keep   being   energetic   and   rising   from   start   to   finish   in   this   ceaseless   cycle   of   hard-wording.   "Don't   be   too   arduous,"   I   convince   myself,   so   I   try   my   best   to   not   seem   like   I'm   hard-working   when   I'm   hard-working.   And   it   makes   me   even   more   hard-working.   To   pretend   that   I'm   not   hard-working,   though   I'm   very   hard-working,   is   only   going   to   let   myself   be   more   difficult   and   suffocated.   I'm   hard   on   myself   while   I   don't   think   so   or   feel   it   at   all.   Until   the   day   of   collapse. 

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