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Stress Awayy

Life is easy.
We make it complicated.
We stopped having fun and we make rules that we are not ready to follow and keep sulking all day about it.
I've got everything.
But I always try to push myself to hell.
Crazy but it's how it's programmed.
How I programmed myself.
I take major life-stressing decisions and keep up with hourly breakdowns and monthly outbursts.
I made my life so complicated that now any minor adjustment or any minor changes are making me want to scream and yell the hell out.
I sucked the fun outta life.
But.
There's always a but.
I want to chill out.
It's hard but it's not that hard.
I'm going to post this now,
Fix me a fine glass of thumsup
And hit the hay.
If you have a similar story,
Leave the mess and stop fixing everything.
Give yourself a break.
Go grab a chair..
Sit in a place where the breeze is on your face taking all the stress awayy from your mind and body.
It's summer.
The only thing you need to worry about is your electricity bill dammit.
Drink plenty of water.
Or not.
I'm chillin' right now.
It's 3 am. Wow.
The beauty of my mind never fails to amazes me!
Life decisions are made right.
Period.
Okay now anything after this is 
PURE GIBBERISH!

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  1. "we make rules that we are not ready to follow" Damn.

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    1. Hello BestFriend.
      your checklist be like:
      hyping my bestfriend-check!!
      I love you :(

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