TILT # 18 - Stress...

Yes, you. Stress. We need to break up. You are killing me.

I see through your disguise. I see through your lies. Yes, I want to help those in need. Yes, I want to be the anchor in my circle's storm. Yes, I want to offer my shoulder, my ear, my hands and feet to anybody who needs it. And yes, I would even appreciate good grades coz I hear those will open doors to post-graduate work.

But, none of this is any good if I end up 6 feet under 20 years earlier than anticipated. I don't know how I will meet all my deadlines. Que sera, sera. Whatever is left undone, so be it. The right doors will close and the right doors will open. I will trust that all things happen for good. #iamenough

So yeah. I'm leaving, Stress. Not even going to pack anything to bring along. You suck.

Apologies, I do not recall from where I downloaded this pertinent message