The Last Day of the Second to the Last Week

So I finished it at last. It took me two days even though I was given a whole week (or something around there in case I miscalculated) to finish and now I can rest. Well I'm sure after everything I've written, it doesn't mean anything at all, and there won't be anything to say at all, but I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my chest. I've been given the opportunity to put everything that I feel out there and everything that I have stored in my head in the form of thoughts are laid out on the table waiting for someone -daring for them- to get a better hand. Now I feel as though there's nothing left to say. Like I can slowly start breathing again and was holding my breath the last few weeks waiting to see what would happen; would I sink or swim?

I am still treading waters. I am still skating on thin ice.