Right. Fuckin me off this right. Badly fucked off. Up until abaa 18 months ago the idea of me being stressed abaa anything was like "eyar what lad fuck off" because it never happened. It was so far removed from me general mental set up. Never. Ever. Never got stressed. I just dealt with shit that needed dealing with. Then i got to play with that mad bird for a while and she's badly fucked up me errr like me ability to just like calmly sort shit out. Now it's like if something goes wrong even a simple thing like running outa tomatoes or like going to work or fuckin' i cant find me keys or misplacing something, i just go to pieces. Like am worn out. Is that stress? Like proper stress where ya heads just fucked or do i just need a holiday? I've not have longer than a day of work at a time since June last year like. Like is that what stress is? Ya know the proper one that all the tits in our work get pyar six months of work for?
