Busy fingers type personal information, over and over again, for one soul purpose...to find a job. As I've now sat in front of this screen, typing away, for 6 hours I've realized something; There is no climactic point to all of this. There is, however, stress. I personally know A LOT about stress, as I assume most of us human beings do, however; I have recently come to the conclusion that if love isn't there to back you up then you will stress yourself straight into an institution. I was not one to impose my stress on others, I was content on bottling it up inside until it boiled over in one emotional breakdown. Now that I have obtained that