I wish I’m not easily stressed out.
I wish I’m better in taking longer breaths to keep myself calm. I wish I’m not easily distraught by the slightest bit of disorder. Really. My life is already a train slipped out of its track and crashed a tunnel yet I screamed out if I see my manga collections moved from their spot by an inch. I shouldn’t be like that.
I should’ve just vent out. I should’ve pointed things out. Or better, I should’ve just make things right.
It’s stressful. It’s exhausting. It’s draining my energy. It makes me feel worse than I originally was. I don’t need this. I don’t want to feel it.