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It's ok, or whatever

21/08/2025

Before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted

I think one of the hardest parts of becoming an adult is having to learn that your feelings toward situations most times only matter to you. The world desn't care if it feels like water boiling in your brain and running through your blood streams when you feel frustrated about the smallest things. It's not on people to deal with the fact that you are emotionally under developed, and wasn't taught how to act or feel when any change of plans happens suddently.

And I'm not saying this shit won't make you want to jump in front of a moving car at the nearest highway. Believe me, I would know. But what else can you do? Spend hours in your bed thinking about how you are worth less than the piece of day old gum that you stepped and almost ruinded a pair of expensive shoes? Well, that won't work either, I still fell like shit, so don't do what I do. Be better than me.

I guess this wasn't helpful at all and this sorry excuse for a text was nothing but shitty and frustrating, but isn't everything like that? Take it as my way of trying to recreate what I've been experiencing these last few days. The only difference being that no one gives a fuck about what heve to I say, and no one will read this thing, so yeah. I'll see you soon. Maybe. Fuck off.