Typical Me.
I feel bad, I shouldnt, but i do. I vented and ahh fuck..
yesterday I woke up all bummed out for some reason, Ive had this ugly blackness hanging over me for a long time now and I dont know yesterday i spent the whole day at the library just doing nothing really, I think i read three or four books.
Anyways I kinda shuffled back to my aparment feeling worse than ever, not even feeling like a drink or whatever.
I dont know why but for somereason i broke down completely. It was really bad. After destroying most of my room, and Ranting at no one I completely feel apart, I dont really remember whate happened but I ended up in tear (i know huh?) sitting on my floor screaming.
I cant remember ever feeling worse in my life.
Like everything had just built up and exploded.
I guess I thought about alot of things. My life, my goals, things i want, people I wanna be around and people i dont.
I dont really remember.
And than my anger became refocased (how the hell do you spell that) And I exploded again.
I dont know why but after venting my anger in every way i knew I felt better.
hell I felt better than i had in weeks, fuck months even.
I dont know why. But I had the greatest night. (and woke up with the worst hangover.)
anyways, Im not sorry, but i still feel bad about venting like i did but I think they understand how we work.
But I'm not apologizing. For anything ever again.
So now my funk is over, fun Ollie is back. expect more awesome stories and less whining.
Im glad that I worked this shit out finally and dont have to waste time talking to some jerkoff therapist or some shit.
yesterday I woke up all bummed out for some reason, Ive had this ugly blackness hanging over me for a long time now and I dont know yesterday i spent the whole day at the library just doing nothing really, I think i read three or four books.
Anyways I kinda shuffled back to my aparment feeling worse than ever, not even feeling like a drink or whatever.
I dont know why but for somereason i broke down completely. It was really bad. After destroying most of my room, and Ranting at no one I completely feel apart, I dont really remember whate happened but I ended up in tear (i know huh?) sitting on my floor screaming.
I cant remember ever feeling worse in my life.
Like everything had just built up and exploded.
I guess I thought about alot of things. My life, my goals, things i want, people I wanna be around and people i dont.
I dont really remember.
And than my anger became refocased (how the hell do you spell that) And I exploded again.
I dont know why but after venting my anger in every way i knew I felt better.
hell I felt better than i had in weeks, fuck months even.
I dont know why. But I had the greatest night. (and woke up with the worst hangover.)
anyways, Im not sorry, but i still feel bad about venting like i did but I think they understand how we work.
But I'm not apologizing. For anything ever again.
So now my funk is over, fun Ollie is back. expect more awesome stories and less whining.
Im glad that I worked this shit out finally and dont have to waste time talking to some jerkoff therapist or some shit.