Never ending story (serious edition)

[Edwardo Piet]

James had a lot on his mind. He's always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil now swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.