His Stress Read Count : 11

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7:13 AM


Wide eyed, afraid to sleep.


I have sowed the seeds to my own demise. 


I have paced as much as I could around my room, drowned in my own thoughts that I have made worst, and somehow stayed awake for the night. 


Higher education is such a trap. 


So much work to be done that I thought I could do and then. . . 


I collapsed, self destructed like a black hole after destroying what was around me. 


I wasn't destroying anything around me only destroying myself.


Too much freedom had done this and I had done this. 


We had held hands for far too long and I was too blind to tell her I must go. 


I can still prevail, right? 


Can you provide me with the reassurance that I can succeed? 


Unless I can't. . . succeed. 


I will change my schedule to ease my suffering from this trap.


I have failed myself and have caused myself my own extreme stress.


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