Lately, I have been having this unrelenting repetition of a vicious cycle where I fear making mistakes when translating Korean to English, so I hesitate to do so, which sort of sets in as a chronic shortage of practice...

I am okay - not satisfied - with my writing and English-to-Korean translation, but it is the Kor-to-Eng translation that is holding me back.
By "okay" I mean I think I can make it to the 2nd interview, not that I am perfect.

Besides, the metal stress from... literally everything about my life is strangling me to death.

There isn't a single thing that excites me or makes me smile for a brief moment: I haven't met any friend for more than 1 month - both intentionally and unintentionally - and I do not really talk to people either because I will probably whine about my life from start to end and that is the last thing I would like to do when I am with someone.

I am so sick and tired of my life.