Yeah, my thoughts. My letter. My own little quiet room in which to scream. I just wish it weren't online. I need to scream. I need to yell until my voice is gone. Stress is nothing new. I know this, and I don't think mine is any better or worse than the next persons. It's the fact that I'm not good at handling it. That's the thing. I've never been good at it. And lately, it's just been getting worse. My mother is no help. She sits on her butt all day. I work, and when I come home I have to deal with the mess she's made during the day. She lives with me, and just recently retired. She's diabetic and uses all kinds of excuses to get out of helping out. I'm so sick of dealing with her. Some days, I'd just like to stay in bed and take a vacation in the land of not dealing. 
