Its so f***ing frustrating. You want to write it all down. Just write down all the shit problems. Never ending problems. The more frustrating thing? You know you can't.
It's gonna be okay one day. Duh. Every Tom, Dick and Harry knows that.
But not now.
Sorry, but I'm not much of in the mood for being your blog entertainer now.
And stop telling me to chill or relax. I'm not a shitting ice-cube that can just chill myself.