This is something that I am constantly thinking about. I am running around from place to place, never quite sure of where I am supposed to be and, quite honestly, late a lot of the time. I love living in the city, but it is not conducive to a calm life.
I’m always stressed. Busy. Money. Old car…need a new one. Kids that need to pass. Kids that don’t care about passing. College, 10 paged papers. Migraines….need more coffee. WHYYYYY I want to go to Aruba.
Oo this is so bad!So bad, so bad, What is so so bad? My car got smashed by the F.D.I. Oh,well I’m sorry to hear that.You had better be. Because now I don’t know how to get to work. The only way is to wock and I don’t want to do that,this is so stressful. Ya I can see that your stressed. And my job is an hour away. When you drive in a car! I know.I wish I could just leave this world. Hows that, go in a space shudell. Some thing like that. were’s the bed?
Oh god you guys do not know how I feel about this. It’s so weird how everything in the world is falling into place and then suddenly something goes wrong and it breaks momentum and then you stand there, panicking, not knowing what to do. Every single night I feel this I want it to stop. Can college end already?
Omg what a day it’s been. Was I stressed you may ask? Ok I’ve not been stressed one bit today. I do like to consider myself as quite a calm and laid back kind of person. However I have to openly admit I do get a little stressed about time, being on time! So yes I’m one of these people who turn up about an hour before an appointment! Why I don’t know why, but silly really. But for some unknown strange reason I am always late getting kids to school! I have no idea why as we tend to be up by 5 and ready by 7! But those last 5mins before leaving the house seems the most hectic and yes I do get a little stressed…
I’ve spent too much time at the bottom of the lake. The leeched and murky atmosphere suffocates me and my bed is the only life boat in sight. There, i can breathe. There, i can think. The bubbles cannot cloud my judgments and the waves cannot take me away.
I’ve spent too much time at the bottom of the lake. The wet and murky drop suffocates and my bed is the only life boat in sight. Here, i can sleep. Here, i can think. Here, the bubbles can’t cloud my judgments and the waves can’t take me away.
He could feel his brain pulsate against the walls of his skull. The answers were nestled somewhere in that grey matter, but no amount of sweat or strain would beckon them forward.
The committee had stressed the need for recreation, to relieve stress among the colonists, and encourage a sense of normality in their new life, but Morris had noticed there had been no preparation made for sport. He presumed this was to avoid encouraging competition, which could lead to rivalry, and ensure that all available energy was devoted to the task of building the colony.
It made life a little boring, but they had more important things to be worrying about.
The sweater had begun to fray at the elbows, trailing scruffy discolored strands across the desktop. Anne was dwarfed by the folds of fabric.
In his head, John reached through the hole under her arm, brushed the delicate skin, and made her jump. She laughed and pulled him into the folds of dying fabric with her. The smell of her hair…
I can’t take my job. The monotony, the drama, the bureaucracy, it’s all too much. Without my hobby I wouldn’t be able to get through a single day in that office. I scream out my stress and finish my masterpiece. The Artist, that’s what the reporters call me and they are right.
The bottle of pills beckoned from just beyond living room. She thought of them often, but refused to break the safety seal. Besides the crying spells, pulling out her hair, and pacing the floors, she felt stronger knowing that she’d managed another day without their assistance.
Is desserts spelt backwards – the very instance of a state for which what you need is a treat – to relax – to spend sometime concentrating on the finer things in life instead of being one part of a string that has become horrendously knotted. Stressed: it’s a word I’m fed up with – sick of seeing it on the sick notes that the doctor throws at me as though it’s a solution. Perhaps what I need is a trio of creme brûlées, not half an old oak tree taking up my HR file.
WELL i DON’t know. I’ve never been stressed. Sometimers I think it will be better if I just got stressed. But, being stressed all the time is unhealthy. Managing and controlling your stress hormones is important
Stressed to me brings up school. School can make heaps of people stressed and i don’t think too much stress is healthy. People need to have time to do whatever they want, without having to revise for a subject, instead being able to hang out with your friends and do things that you love.
It takes time to be released of stress, so i think time doing hobbies and being with awesome people is extremely important.
I’d never let go of that pain
and it held onto me like
an anchor with tentacles,
in a sea of ink
spangled with sorrow,
and now it’s starting to tighten.
Stress is all in our minds. Stress cannot be seen in itself — only as our bodies result from it — and therefore I think it can be mitigated before the world sees the effects of our stress. If we can remember that life isn’t all that serious, maybe we can truly banish stress (and I’m talking distress, the kind that doesn’t help us)… Then we can see the problems we face in a much clearer way.
Always and forever I have felt stressed. Stressed when I lost my father at 9. Stressed to do well in school despite crippling depression. Stress in the workplace. And now stress at home for causing her to hate me… i don’t think i will ever really get rid of all of this stress.
I’m so stressed out I guess I need a vacation at the mountains. We have a place in the mountains but we rarely go there. I believe one day I’ll live there, it is calmer than Rio.
Ushio stressed his tone as he spoke again. “I said no more prostitution. Do you understand?”
“Ah, I do,” was all Yusei responded with.
Yusei wasn’t stupid. The younger male did understand, but Ushio had a feeling deep in his gut that Yusei was going to continue anyway if he didn’t do something more.
wlaking around a home that’s a mess
not having the girl with whom Im obsessesed
Drinking when I should study for that test
remembering that which Ive repressed
but being stressed
means Im taking breaths
and for a moment avoiding death
“I am stressed,” growled Terry, blowing a smoke ring before sticking the old pipe back into her mouth. “Two years of school leading to no job, a sick wife, an old dog who needs his damn leg cut off. My money’s nearly gone, my metabolism’s gone to Hell, and guess what? I’ve still got the IRS on my tail.”
I would be lying on a secluded beach, feeling the warm breeze against my skin. I would cuddle with a loved one under the starry sky, be holding hands while glaring at the immense sky above. This immensity reminds us of how small we are, and how irrelevant it is to be stressed in the vastness of our universe.
ugh. work is pulling me down; there’s too many t hings going on and it wouldn’t be so bad, but i have to do things I don’t want to do. it’s irritating. home is not too bad, but whatever. my dog is licking my husband’s legs and the sound is stressing me out. i’m exhausted. my guts hurt. i need to sleep for ten years. what can’t i even sleep for eight hours?
I didn’t know what to do. Time was flying by so fast and I still hadn’t cleaned up. I was stuck in a position where I could either try my best to hide it, or tell someone and get in huge trouble. I loved doing it, don’t get me wrong — But was it really worth the jailtime to murder somebody?
Stress kills you. It’s one of the worst things in the world, mostly because it doesn’t achieve anything. Being stressed doesn’t accomplish your goals, or remove your problems. It just makes you feel bad, and feeling bad makes you want to do stuff to cheer yourself up, often making it all worse.
stressed i feel stressed everyday with all the test and ap and ib progarm and even the feel stressed writing right now and what i do to help is that i choose to take a bath or read a book and listent to calm music. stressed make me think faster and finish work faster then i regularly do.
Was gestresst bedeutet, weiß ich nicht. Vorallem nicht, wenn ich gerade so ein kleines grünes Tütchen in meine Lungenvenen gezogen hab. Das verursacht ein gegenteiliges Gefühl von Stress, etwas, das ich nicht beschreiben kann, da es bedeuten würde, ich mache mir Gedanken, einen Ausdruck für ein Gefühl zu finden, das ich nicht beschreiben kann. Eben Gegenteil von Stress.
Like tumbling forever. There is this idea that you will never be content again. Born from this awful sameness, this constant pressure that will not turn me into a diamond but will crush and crush, unending, until it ends.
Tapping. He started out every single day with a beat. Jittery, shaky, twosteps. On his way to work, he thought about death and how much pineapples bothered him.
Today is the first day I have been able to sit down and do what I love. I’ve been so stressed that writing has been far from my mind. Today I endeavour to write more often. Life is boring when you’re not doing what you love.
Could not have said it better myself. Angry customer phone calls, long work day, long lines at the bank, horns blasting from other cars. I’ve wanted to come home all day, but the day wears on me still.
I guess I’m, like, perpetually stressed (like most people, probably). There’s always so much to do and so little time. Or more accurately: so little motivation.
This is something that I am constantly thinking about. I am running around from place to place, never quite sure of where I am supposed to be and, quite honestly, late a lot of the time. I love living in the city, but it is not conducive to a calm life.
The mother was so stressed,she felt like she was going to blow.the child stressed the babysitter.
I’m always stressed. Busy. Money. Old car…need a new one. Kids that need to pass. Kids that don’t care about passing. College, 10 paged papers. Migraines….need more coffee. WHYYYYY I want to go to Aruba.
Oo this is so bad!So bad, so bad, What is so so bad? My car got smashed by the F.D.I. Oh,well I’m sorry to hear that.You had better be. Because now I don’t know how to get to work. The only way is to wock and I don’t want to do that,this is so stressful. Ya I can see that your stressed. And my job is an hour away. When you drive in a car! I know.I wish I could just leave this world. Hows that, go in a space shudell. Some thing like that. were’s the bed?
Oh god you guys do not know how I feel about this. It’s so weird how everything in the world is falling into place and then suddenly something goes wrong and it breaks momentum and then you stand there, panicking, not knowing what to do. Every single night I feel this I want it to stop. Can college end already?
Omg what a day it’s been. Was I stressed you may ask? Ok I’ve not been stressed one bit today. I do like to consider myself as quite a calm and laid back kind of person. However I have to openly admit I do get a little stressed about time, being on time! So yes I’m one of these people who turn up about an hour before an appointment! Why I don’t know why, but silly really. But for some unknown strange reason I am always late getting kids to school! I have no idea why as we tend to be up by 5 and ready by 7! But those last 5mins before leaving the house seems the most hectic and yes I do get a little stressed…
I’ve spent too much time at the bottom of the lake. The leeched and murky atmosphere suffocates me and my bed is the only life boat in sight. There, i can breathe. There, i can think. The bubbles cannot cloud my judgments and the waves cannot take me away.
I’ve spent too much time at the bottom of the lake. The wet and murky drop suffocates and my bed is the only life boat in sight. Here, i can sleep. Here, i can think. Here, the bubbles can’t cloud my judgments and the waves can’t take me away.
He could feel his brain pulsate against the walls of his skull. The answers were nestled somewhere in that grey matter, but no amount of sweat or strain would beckon them forward.
The committee had stressed the need for recreation, to relieve stress among the colonists, and encourage a sense of normality in their new life, but Morris had noticed there had been no preparation made for sport. He presumed this was to avoid encouraging competition, which could lead to rivalry, and ensure that all available energy was devoted to the task of building the colony.
It made life a little boring, but they had more important things to be worrying about.
The sweater had begun to fray at the elbows, trailing scruffy discolored strands across the desktop. Anne was dwarfed by the folds of fabric.
In his head, John reached through the hole under her arm, brushed the delicate skin, and made her jump. She laughed and pulled him into the folds of dying fabric with her. The smell of her hair…
In his desk, he chewed the inside of his cheek.
people get stressed all the time because of school, work, their parents, their bosses, their spouses.
I can’t take my job. The monotony, the drama, the bureaucracy, it’s all too much. Without my hobby I wouldn’t be able to get through a single day in that office. I scream out my stress and finish my masterpiece. The Artist, that’s what the reporters call me and they are right.
The bottle of pills beckoned from just beyond living room. She thought of them often, but refused to break the safety seal. Besides the crying spells, pulling out her hair, and pacing the floors, she felt stronger knowing that she’d managed another day without their assistance.
I think of firemen it seams as though they would get very stressed. Their wives probably get stressed also.
I am a bit stressed and a bit okay. Or may it is something else and not the usual stress. But, I am feeling a bit of chaos inside.
Is desserts spelt backwards – the very instance of a state for which what you need is a treat – to relax – to spend sometime concentrating on the finer things in life instead of being one part of a string that has become horrendously knotted. Stressed: it’s a word I’m fed up with – sick of seeing it on the sick notes that the doctor throws at me as though it’s a solution. Perhaps what I need is a trio of creme brûlées, not half an old oak tree taking up my HR file.
WELL i DON’t know. I’ve never been stressed. Sometimers I think it will be better if I just got stressed. But, being stressed all the time is unhealthy. Managing and controlling your stress hormones is important
Turmoil
Pain
Anguish
Sad
Depressed
Help
Medical
Stressed to me brings up school. School can make heaps of people stressed and i don’t think too much stress is healthy. People need to have time to do whatever they want, without having to revise for a subject, instead being able to hang out with your friends and do things that you love.
It takes time to be released of stress, so i think time doing hobbies and being with awesome people is extremely important.
I’d never let go of that pain
and it held onto me like
an anchor with tentacles,
in a sea of ink
spangled with sorrow,
and now it’s starting to tighten.
Stress is all in our minds. Stress cannot be seen in itself — only as our bodies result from it — and therefore I think it can be mitigated before the world sees the effects of our stress. If we can remember that life isn’t all that serious, maybe we can truly banish stress (and I’m talking distress, the kind that doesn’t help us)… Then we can see the problems we face in a much clearer way.
Always and forever I have felt stressed. Stressed when I lost my father at 9. Stressed to do well in school despite crippling depression. Stress in the workplace. And now stress at home for causing her to hate me… i don’t think i will ever really get rid of all of this stress.
heavy pressure, static. Too much for us to bare
I’m so stressed out I guess I need a vacation at the mountains. We have a place in the mountains but we rarely go there. I believe one day I’ll live there, it is calmer than Rio.
Ushio stressed his tone as he spoke again. “I said no more prostitution. Do you understand?”
“Ah, I do,” was all Yusei responded with.
Yusei wasn’t stupid. The younger male did understand, but Ushio had a feeling deep in his gut that Yusei was going to continue anyway if he didn’t do something more.
when I feel stressed
I feel blessed
wlaking around a home that’s a mess
not having the girl with whom Im obsessesed
Drinking when I should study for that test
remembering that which Ive repressed
but being stressed
means Im taking breaths
and for a moment avoiding death
“You look stressed.”
“I am stressed,” growled Terry, blowing a smoke ring before sticking the old pipe back into her mouth. “Two years of school leading to no job, a sick wife, an old dog who needs his damn leg cut off. My money’s nearly gone, my metabolism’s gone to Hell, and guess what? I’ve still got the IRS on my tail.”
I would be lying on a secluded beach, feeling the warm breeze against my skin. I would cuddle with a loved one under the starry sky, be holding hands while glaring at the immense sky above. This immensity reminds us of how small we are, and how irrelevant it is to be stressed in the vastness of our universe.
ugh. work is pulling me down; there’s too many t hings going on and it wouldn’t be so bad, but i have to do things I don’t want to do. it’s irritating. home is not too bad, but whatever. my dog is licking my husband’s legs and the sound is stressing me out. i’m exhausted. my guts hurt. i need to sleep for ten years. what can’t i even sleep for eight hours?
I didn’t know what to do. Time was flying by so fast and I still hadn’t cleaned up. I was stuck in a position where I could either try my best to hide it, or tell someone and get in huge trouble. I loved doing it, don’t get me wrong — But was it really worth the jailtime to murder somebody?
Stress kills you. It’s one of the worst things in the world, mostly because it doesn’t achieve anything. Being stressed doesn’t accomplish your goals, or remove your problems. It just makes you feel bad, and feeling bad makes you want to do stuff to cheer yourself up, often making it all worse.
stressed i feel stressed everyday with all the test and ap and ib progarm and even the feel stressed writing right now and what i do to help is that i choose to take a bath or read a book and listent to calm music. stressed make me think faster and finish work faster then i regularly do.
Was gestresst bedeutet, weiß ich nicht. Vorallem nicht, wenn ich gerade so ein kleines grünes Tütchen in meine Lungenvenen gezogen hab. Das verursacht ein gegenteiliges Gefühl von Stress, etwas, das ich nicht beschreiben kann, da es bedeuten würde, ich mache mir Gedanken, einen Ausdruck für ein Gefühl zu finden, das ich nicht beschreiben kann. Eben Gegenteil von Stress.
Like tumbling forever. There is this idea that you will never be content again. Born from this awful sameness, this constant pressure that will not turn me into a diamond but will crush and crush, unending, until it ends.
Tapping. He started out every single day with a beat. Jittery, shaky, twosteps. On his way to work, he thought about death and how much pineapples bothered him.
Today is the first day I have been able to sit down and do what I love. I’ve been so stressed that writing has been far from my mind. Today I endeavour to write more often. Life is boring when you’re not doing what you love.
Stressed syllables like syllabub the saudade and souffle the bombay.
Could not have said it better myself. Angry customer phone calls, long work day, long lines at the bank, horns blasting from other cars. I’ve wanted to come home all day, but the day wears on me still.
I guess I’m, like, perpetually stressed (like most people, probably). There’s always so much to do and so little time. Or more accurately: so little motivation.