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I try so hard to keep everything afloat. Stress. Stress. Stress. If it's not this it's that. If it's not that its this. Sister Helen, my friendship, maybe a feeling of love. I can't deal with this shit any more. Fuck it all. I feel like I'm fighting for something that might be fizzeling out. Or, maybe something that's not even there any more. It means too much for me to just give up. I don't know when to stop. Should I? Stress is going to kill me. Soon.