I feel like I've been going non-stop, but I know that's not true; see the stress overwhelms me, and scatters my thoughts. It ambushes me every time I think I've got a grip on things, and it goes for the jugular, subtly - if one can go for the jugular subtly. But stress is an inanimate object, it can probably do whatever it wants. Particularly to its victims.
I always fool myself for a little while, even if only a few shining minutes into being stress free. I think, "it's not all as bad as you're making it out to be," or "you're not gonna die; the worst that could happen is you get a C without stressing versus a B with...or you'll fail, but at least life is bigger than college." A million different scenarios or useless pep-talks have buzzed through my mind at attempts of tricking myself into an oasis of carefree contentedness.
Or I just take a nap.
