Man alive. Sometimes I kill myself at how seriously I take things. I have got to mellow out. It is ridiculous how stressed out I can get over a tiny mistake I make, or saying something stupid, or leaving my zipper undone in a restaurant (that one was actually just funny).
To my friends who have to put up with my silly, stressed out self too often, please, feel free to email me this:
Blah blah blah Ang, you are cool.
Blah blah blah Ang, relax.
Blah blah blah Ang, fuck it.
Blah blah blah Ang, God loves you.
Blah blah blah Ang, I love you too.
I think that should do the trick.
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