But then again sometimes a good fight and some tears of frustration are needed to smooth things over a bit.
It really is true, sometimes all you need is a good cry. My inability to cry is probably partially to blame for my bipolar demeanor. As I had a small family argument with my parents today, I guess all the pent up frustration just slowly got released and eventually dissipated. After a quick visit to the restroom to control myself, I came back all refreshed and miraculously (just as I presumed) the family universal balance seemed to be restored to a lightheartedness that should have always been there.
It's strange, even a small amount of hot tears can even make me feel better. I've really been contemplating seeking counseling lately as a resolution to my dramatic issues because all this shit is getting out of hand and becoming quite absurd.
I swear, the twisted and fucked up universe is a trip.
And now off to Vegas for 5 days for work and then back for a night and then right back for 2 nights for some real play. Bring it.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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