Stress is NOT having stiff shoulders and stiff necks.
Stress is NOT having no appetite and feeling a little nauseous.
Stress is NOT being unable to sleep soundly.
Stress is NOT feeling the blues.
Stress is when you wake up on a saturday morning, read the clock that says "10:03am" and jump out of bed thinking "SHIT! I OVERSLEPT FOR MY 10am PAPER!!!", then realise its actually still 2 days away.
I've been the king, I've been the clown. Now broken wings can't hold me down. I'm free again. The jester with the broken crown, it won't be me this time around to love in vain.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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