You felt tired, that's for sure, you had been bad these days, you were stressing yourself out to do things right and be the best among your classmates. You were tired and stressed out a lot with tasks, jobs, and groups, among others. You lie down on the couch, look at your phone for a while, and fall asleep in no time. You were telling yourself that you had to be the best at everything, even though that would hurt you in many things like losing friends. You wake up after about 2 hours, almost sad because of all the pressure they put on you and you never liked to cry. Even though you lived in a house with your roommate, Dust, you still had orders from your parents to be the best and only the best. Although Dust had already talked to your parents to stop pressuring you, they never listened to him, your parents kept telling you to do things right regardless of others. Speaking of Dust: I was trying to comfort you and at the same time I was smoking "Come on, [Y/N], relax a little, you're in really bad shape" You patted yourself on the back and you were wrapped in your sheet...he said again "You know... sometimes you need to relax, buddy, things don't always go well if we put pressure on"