i dont stress often, less than rarely.
i hate being clueless and i hate not knowing whats going on; especially when i think i need to know, like if i think its important. the stress turns to frustration and begins to distract me from my day. at this point i do my best to cleanse myself of these unnecessary emotions with a deep breath, or dozens.
in the end, i remind myself very seldom does something happen that is worthy of me stressing. after all, stressing wont fix a problem.
im sort-of out of words. im tip-toeing around. i want to say as much as i can without giving away secrets. my mind is racing... deep breath.
i didnt stress once this summer.
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