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I've been through emotional hell for the past week.
I've learned that I can't handle my feelings all too well, and bursts of breakdowns are always the answer. I mean, breaking down whilst running on a treadmill is not my idea of fun. Or happiness.
I feel terrible for pushing this all on my friends, too. But they've been all supportive and advising, so I guess they don't mind---too much.
But, I feel better, sort of. I guess I was in a funk, maybe.
But I'm a girl, so maybe this hormonal shit is normal.
Damn.
I've learned that I can't handle my feelings all too well, and bursts of breakdowns are always the answer. I mean, breaking down whilst running on a treadmill is not my idea of fun. Or happiness.
I feel terrible for pushing this all on my friends, too. But they've been all supportive and advising, so I guess they don't mind---too much.
But, I feel better, sort of. I guess I was in a funk, maybe.
But I'm a girl, so maybe this hormonal shit is normal.
Damn.