I'M OK. MY STRESS IS PHYSICAL MEMORY. BODY MEMORY. I HAVE A LIFE TIME OF STRESS EXPERIENCE. STRESSPERIENCE.
PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE SMART. THEY'RE THE SMARTEST IN THEIR OWN EYES, DITTO FOR BEING GOOD PEOPLE. WHATEVER THEY DO THEY CAN RATIONALIZE. I'M SURE EVEN NAZIS THOUGHT THEY WERE GOOD PEOPLE. OR THEY COULDN'T HAVE LIVED WITH THEMSELVES.
I'M LIVING MORE CAREFULLY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. I'M STRESSING. I CAN FEEL THE EVIL STEPSISTERS THINKING AT ME, WAITING FOR ME TO DIE. I GOT HOME AND NOTICED THE FRONT DOOR HAD BEEN MESSED WITH AND THE REMOTE WAS MISSING, KNOWING HOW THEY THINK I FOUND IT BURIED IN THE CUSHIONS. I ALWAYS SET IT ASIDE.
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