Maha was lying in bed, late at night, in a dark room. She was sliding the screen of her mobile with puffy eyes and with a mind full of random thoughts. She was looking at all the apps which she had downloaded from the play store and never used those apps for more than a week or hardly a day. She hated herself for this inconsistency so, she again slid to the folder named LIFE WASTERS which contained all the social media applications and she opened Instagram, not to get jealous, but to pass the time by amusing herself scrolling all the memes which she had watched before. After some time she looked at the time it was 2:30 AM, but she decided in her mind that she would sleep at 3 O'clock for sure. She scrolled Instagram then she opened a site on which she sometimes writes a story or her thoughts and read all the poems which she read. Every time she reads her writing she finds mistakes but she never corrected those mistakes, because deep down in her soul, she likes rough styles even with mistakes. She wants to keep the feeling with every particular writing. The same feelings which she feels when she writes about anything, the feelings of anxiety, depression, lethargy and imperfection. She looked at the time and it was 3:30 AM meanwhile her sister mumbled and said to her, "sleep Maha."Maha shares a room with her three siblings not because there is no other place, but to keep the electricity bill low as this is the only room Air Conditioner. Middle-class problems. Maha turned off her mobile and began to think about random stuff. Rephrasing all her conversations of the day. Thinking about alternative answers. Then thinking about random business ideas with zero bank balance. Her parents didn't give her money to keep after graduation and she never earned anything because of the Pandemic no company or institution is hiring. She is capable but now she is doubting her abilities. Maha said in her heart with frustration," What will I do tomorrow? why should an unemployed person follow the schedule? Everything is stacked in my life. The potential call letter to a good job. My face is marked by the word 'PENDING'." She began to think about all her life choices and when saw the time it was 6 A.M. She was starving by this time but slept and woke up at 2 PM to start the same vicious cycle of the day and night with great efforts to keep herself sane and fight her anxiety and depression.