I feel better now than I did yesterday. It was a bad evening. It
everything just fell apart. Too much. It was all just too
too much. Now I have to think about how to deal with my situation.
Do I continue writing? Should I go to someone and talk about it?
and talk about it. Then I feel selfish. Like I'm always feeling about myself. I don't want to burden anyone with anything. It's my
It's my baggage that I have to carry, my problems. I will process them and
try to solve them by writing them down. Writing them down so I don't have to
in my head anymore. To free it up. To have space. To feel alright.
There will be moments like this again, I will feel like this again and
and that's okay, isn't it? Doesn't everybody?
Feeling bad, not feeling okay. The part about hurting in borderline worthy. But
it's a good feeling even if you can't see it. Overthrowing the pain
it feels exciting. I get a rush of adrenaline. IT doesn't distract, it just
just makes everything that much clearer.