Tiger Tamer

Stress.

Oh, how it kills me.

Or nearly kills me.

Sometimes, I get so stressed I wish I was never born.
I hope something will kill me.

I would

never

kill myself,

but if I was run over by a car or got cancer, I wouldn't care.
When I was on the plane flying home, I wasn't scared at all, though normally
planes scare me to death.
I thought that if the plane crashed, I would like that.
It would be fun.

But today, I conquered stress.
I have this really stressful project due, and I finished.

So
happy.

Then, I remember
that I still have
three
more
projects
due
next week,

and I'm ready.

In the same way I was before finishing project one.

Ready for the end.