I like apathetic me better.
Well, right now I do. I don’t know that that statement holds true all the time.
Urrghhh, I’m all worked up and upset and just icky with all these feelings clutching onto my little heart. I hope they don’t take up residency. I don’t think I have anymore room for unwanted emotions and feelings. I think I have enough filed away to last me a lifetime.
Why do I though? File them away that is? Why can’t I just sit with them and let them flow through me?
Why do I catalog these big, dirty, ugly feelings? Why do I store them as though they are somehow valuable? Why do I honour and treasure pain and torment?
I don’t think I store enough happy feelings, I don’t re tell the happy memories over and over again to every living that that will listen; so why do I perpetually reminisce on the horrible stuff?? Why do I continually relive those events I deemed traumatic??
😔😫 these big feelings are bursting out my chest right now and I don’t know how to deal…
Pray for me I guess 🤷🏾♀️
What do non religious people say instead of pray for me?
Dweet Fraid 