i believe that there is only so much stress one's mind can take.
like a pressure cooker that explodes in your face.
after that certain point, we start regressing.
and because i've never exactly possessed the most advanced intellect, i worry.
because i'm afraid that one day i might just wake up and find my pillow all soggy from the pathetic gray matter that had exploded out of my head during the night.
or i worry that my gray matter isn't even enough to make more than a pathetic little damp patch.
but i'm also learning that in the real world, intelligence matters so much less than persistence and perseverence.
even though i miss my days in hall so much, that's what keeps me going, that's what makes me get up every morning and put on my suit and my painted face and come to work.
because in every race, you can never afford to look back.
especially me, who has always been afraid of being chased down. the reason why i refuse to play chase, why i always slide for the try when the opponent is half a field away.
wearing the pretty earrings you bought me seemed to bring bad luck the whole day haha
like how it was never a good idea. heh.
working towards my first million, baby! yeah.
