My face ripping off...

I'm holding on. Trying to keep this all together.
I'll be honest, I'm sweating a bit.
I'm unsure, I'm uneasy, concerned.
I'm alive that's for sure.

I have faith. I have faith. I have faith.
This afternoon while I was walking around at work
I felt it... psychotic. The pressure, the weighing.
The heat. The churning. My face ripping off.

I'm in it, deep. And it's true, as I said to myself:
"Simeon, this is the reality you're looking at. Only
you know if it's right for you. Only you know if it's
worth it.

"You're in it man. Taste it, breathe it, sweat it, live
it, feel it, study it... How is it?"

Goodnight. About to eat some awesome pudding.
Love, Simeon.