There is one argument that wins for myself, every time. I won't do it, because it's the same as giving up, which I'm way too stubborn and proud to do. And yes,

There is one argument that wins for myself, every time. I won't do it, because it's the same as giving up, which I'm way too stubborn and proud to do. And yes, there are times at 4 in the morning when I'm still tossing and turning and shaking with anxiety, that I really wish it would just end for good; however, I quite literally can't let myself do it. It's against my inner principles, which are so concrete and immovable, no amount of wetware buggyness can override. I do worry that I'm destroying my health with worrying though, the irony of which doesn't escape me.