Over the past couple of days, I have written several posts with the intention of making them public.
That never happened. They are sitting in my drafts.
Originally, when I first wrote them, I was in a very angsty mood and just needed to vent and complain. But then I felt better once the post was written and I felt no need to post it. The venting alone and the putting it down in print (even if it was just for me) really helped.
Sometimes people go through rough times. Okay, biggest understatement, but you get what I'm saying. We all have our moments where shit hits the fan and our trek through life hits an incline. And we all have different coping mechanisms. But when these strategies are destructive, then what the hell are you doing?
It really upsets me that something that I wish to have buried long ago (and that which I have) keeps getting dragged up into airs. I don't get it. I don't get how when I try and move on and feel like I've made really good progress, I hear things that only serve to stop me dead in my tracks.
I don't need that. I really don't but it's so hard to ignore it when it happens. I just wish people could move the fuck on and stop bringing up the past and embellishing it and making it untrue.
Move on. Just fucking move on and stop telling this sob story to anyone who will hear it because it is fucking pathetic.
Sorry, guys. This post was meant to be general. I guess I failed on that one.
9 hours ago
