It's when someone cuts you off so close and fast they almost hit you. All you can do is honk your displeasure at him but that solves nothing and may make things worse.
It's when you wake up in the morning to find out it's day one of your period. That for the rest of the day you will be hormonal and have bad cramps. All that can be done is let it flow.
Its when at the end of the day comes round and you take your night time meds. You can't help but think, "I just about have a whole pharmacy in my body and I am still not very sane."
What do I do? Huh? So I wrote a stupid poem about it. Here goes.
Stress
You can laugh, you can cry.
Some people just sigh.
What can I do?
Instead of idiot flogging,
I go for blogging.
No matter what you try,
Even if it's good bye,
I find it best to,
Just get over it by sobbing.
I told you it was a stupid poem but if it makes one feel better what the hell right?
To count my blessings Chicago Pizza has the best damn pizza in the whole wide world.
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