The thing about stress is that it adds up.

Piles on top of itself and continues to build up.

Like those continuous times that they force me to eat, only for it to get old and irritating.

Or when they threaten to take my dog over stupid shit like me not taking him outside, even though I've brought him out every morning I wake up since the day we've moved.

I can feel it in my gut every time I skip, (which is sometimes a whole week) school.

I can also feel it in the need to update this book.

And this is the part where my inspiration has been lost, so yeah.