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Stressed out

Yesterday I had a thought about possibly getting rid of my post-it notes that are in front of me basically all day, since I spend a lot of time at my desk. The reason that they are there is because I feel that when I write something down I don't need to remember it all the time and essentially, I can forget it for a little while. Post-its do have the tendency to remain on my desk for about a year, especially when I am not at my best, so you have to consider that how you might use them as a responsible human being might differ from the way that I use them right now. Anyway, yesterday I thought that maybe getting rid of them would be in my best interest because then I would not constantly be triggered when I am looking at them. Now they serve not as I intended to use them, but maybe as they were intended to be used by their inventor (or simply the first person to ever write a note to themselves). 
Maybe them stressing me out all the time is useful because eventually I will be so stressed out about looking at them that I will actually go about to doing what they remind me to do in the first place. There is a difference between writing something down because I haven't purchased a calender for 2020 yet and something that I can actually do now, if I wanted do (or at least attempt to do it now). 
I got really stressed out yesterday when I had a conversation with my mother and later with my girlfriend. That is a bad mix already, haha. 
Note to self: Not everything that sounds like backhanded criticism has to be backhanded criticism.



I want to take time off, but I can't
Nobody would let me, I understand
Time is money and I have little to spend
Focus on one thing that you can mend
Actually I need more time to the day
Maybe 36 hours would be okay
Work is stressing me out, work of any kind
Kindness seems little, maybe I am blind
Backhanded criticism all over the place
Shut the fuck up, get out of my face
Somebody please add hours to my days
Subliminals been firing all over, hooray
Backed into a corner, back against the wall
Time is cruel on so many days
Looking into abyss, I wish I could fall
Time is cruel in so many ways

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