Sometimes, you just want to say “fuck decorum” and just put it all out there because it’s therapeutic. Because blasting people that need to be blasted eases my mind and soothes my soul.
But doing so would be in poor taste and would cause more harm than good and in the end would do nothing more than make me feel better for a few minutes and then I’d go back to being miserable because venting about something helps, but it doesn’t make the problem go away.
So thank goodness for sisterly bonds and LDRs and people who get it and don’t judge. All my love to you, babe.
Sometimes, you just need to focus on the good like grad school applications and having completed my education and being thankful that I have a career AND a great ass & I’m not stuck at some dead-end job with no diploma.
Sometimes, you just have to channel your frustrations and let them be your motivation to do better, try harder, go stronger. You have to take that next step that will get you where you want to be. Be it running a half marathon or finally getting a master’s degree or simply learning to let go of old demons.
Sometimes, you just need to remember to breathe.