Time to Go Home

When you do something for someone you love simply because, well, you love them, it's hard not to get stressed out along the way. And now I have a whole lot of things to do and a lot of stuff to settle and I don't know where to begin.

My first and utmost priority is and always will be, of course, myself. But I'm just too frustrated to deal with things for time being. The list of chores seem to be endlessly endless that I feel like trowing a fit and just giving up. No matter what I do, I only seem to be going in circles and I have no one to blame but myself, no one to depend on to get the job done but myself. And so I think, hey, why not give it a break and try doing something nice for others instead, just to take my mind of my problems and remind myself that they're pretty insignificant compared to the people around me. I figured it might be a well deserved break from well, myself.

But it's only adding on to the substantial amount of stress I'm already facing.

It's killing meeeeeee.