My Secret Study Room Tears Up My Notebook Pages

I have this secret study room in my dorm that I've decorated with posters and notes to help me focus. It's where I go when the library gets too crowded, or I just need some peace and quiet. But last night, something weird happened. While studying for my final exams, I started tearing up pages from my notebook randomly, crumpling them into balls, and throwing them across the room like they were garbage. I don't know why, I was stressed, sure, but it felt like an uncontrollable urge to destroy all this paper that's supposed to help me succeed. This morning, seeing the mess everywhere, I feel embarrassed and scared that my friends might catch on and think there’s something wrong with me. It was just a moment of weakness, though, a little tear in my usual composed self. Now, every crumpled page is a reminder of how overwhelmed I felt.