was told the other night that I'm probably more stressed than I want to admit. I agreed, but now I don't, sort of.
it's not that I don't want to admit it, it's that I don't want to think about it. thinking about how stressed I am, and the causes of that stress more or less paralyzes me. the incredible urge to either just run away or be rescued from my problems really comes out if I think too much. so does a lot of self-doubt. and then I feel all whiny and whatnot.
which sucks.
and is self-defeating.
well shit. I can't even decide if I want to whine tonight, or talk myself out of this crappy mood I'm in.
it's not that I don't want to admit it, it's that I don't want to think about it. thinking about how stressed I am, and the causes of that stress more or less paralyzes me. the incredible urge to either just run away or be rescued from my problems really comes out if I think too much. so does a lot of self-doubt. and then I feel all whiny and whatnot.
which sucks.
and is self-defeating.
well shit. I can't even decide if I want to whine tonight, or talk myself out of this crappy mood I'm in.
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