Eating me up

Stress is eating me up today. The Essay needs to be finished. Now. My first case takes so fucking much time and energy it's going to feel like a relief when it's done. Which was supposed to be last night. FUCK! And I'm tired. I can't focus. I can't concentrate. I don't eat much. Last thing I need is someone else's stress. Someone else's "me, me, me". I don't have the energy for that rollercoster of yours. I don't want to hear that I'm giving you a hard time. You, you, you. I don't like that black or white rollercoster. I have different shades of gray.

But you don't read this. And I'm not sure I even care.