
I hate that bugging feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me to hurry up
pushing me. . .
pushing me. . .
pushing me to hurry up when the rest of the world is slowing down.
Bitter smile.
That.
Drives me to frustrations.
"Taking on other people's demands and falling to my own inner compulsions often drives me to frustration."
We are so alike on that matter.

