cry about it, why don't you?

I could probably name a thousand things that are stressing me out right at this moment. The trick is to not think about it for too long, or else you'll double or even triple that stress level. You just need to preoccupy yourself with other tasks in order for your mind to tip-toe around the mine field of stress bombs that could blow up in one slight but incorrect movement. It could be a glance at a book on your desk, or talking to the wrong person that could spark the thought. So many things around you that you don't take notice of, yet your brain - or perhaps heart - is meticulously protecting you from. It's almost 2am, I have work at 9 tomorrow and it's likely that everything I have just written is a load of bullshit. But for once I'm going to face it all, one at a time, without complaining.

..even if it means I have to return to shore where reality exists.