This weekend...today...so far, all of the days leading up to Thanksgiving I am super ungrateful for and I wish to have the long, awful days erased from my memory. It'll be an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind sequel.
Sigh.
I'm just so busy. Being busy is good. But busyness brings stress. And stress makes me break out. And then I'm caking on concealer and wincing at my dry skin, that the makeup has caused, every time that I look in the mirror.
Obviously, my life is quite tragic.
But seriously, stress is stressful. It's only so stressful because you're in the present and unsure of what the future will hold. But come the future, the stress that you were stressing about doesn't seem so worthwhile anymore.
At least that's how it is for me.
URRGGG!
I just need to scream away my stress, you know?
Well...I might as well complete some shit off of my To Do list. It's supposed to help diminish the stress.
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