Again. I head that sound, I heard my name and it getting annoying. As long as I ignore the sound, it gets louder. I strives to fix it or make this like my normal daily life. So, I tried to find some books about it and even watch the movies that are similar to this symptoms I guess. However, I never figured out. I feel like I’m scurrying around the perpetual grief and having an intermittent break. I thought sleeping was a moment when I can truly feel safe and ensured. Why the fuck does it have to be 7 a.m. I don’t even get plenty of sleep.