Here We Go
Ok Here We Go.
Now the only reason I'm doing this is because I really don't like talking about my feelings. Not at all. It makes me feel weird. I've grown up and had friends who had problems and I was there to listen and that was ok. But sometimes, they didn't really listen to me. Not that they weren't good people, it just sometimes the teenage melodrama for them got too much. So Is topped talking about important stuff that I should have talked about. I just stopped because I figured other people had their own set of problems and mine weren't really important. That they didn't really matter as much as my friends. And that was okay for me. Back then. Not any more.
What I'm trying to say is that things build up inside of me. Build up really big. And they don't get let out in the most appropriate way. Which is bad. Stress goes up and up and up and then I explode in tears or anger or both. Which is bad.
I want this to be kind of a therapy for me. Because I have to talk to somebody. And sometimes sharing the absolute truth with perfect strangers is good for the soul. It shows you that yes, we are all still human and can in fact, feel compassion. Which is good. And I'm glad.
Now I know that this really isn't therapy and I should probably be talking to a trained specialist, but I hate doctors so fuck that shit. So here I am. Right now. Talking to a computer and also some of the world. Which is much better than talking to my walls and my cats.