Dear Stress,

I hate you. I really really hate you. You come at the worst times. Interrupting when I clearly tell you not to come. Everyone else deals with you, but I can't. You can be produced from the randomest things. As of now, you have surprised me in the form of scholarships. Why can't you leave me alone?! Thank you for your presence, you're making me insane.

Sincerely,
Kelsey

"When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears, and rescues them from all their troubles." - (Psalm 34:17)