Ever have those moments, call them nervous breakdowns or psychotic breaks, where you fee like just running around, screaming and breaking things? I feel like that right now. I’ve been pretty calm and collected today. In fact, felt pretty blasé. Maybe that should have been the warning before the storm? I don’t know how much more I can handle of this shitty stress. It seems like I never get a break. As soon as I’m not worrying about one thing, another makes itself known. I kind of feel like saying “fuck it” and giving up a lot of the times.