i swear i would love to live but what I’ve been given as my “life” is so fucking boring. every time something happens that makes me happy for once and then it just slips from my hands and i am left with the same boring shit i always had. like i’m saying, good things happen but they don’t stay. i was moving to a different city which would’ve made me way less bored but couldn’t because i am struggling financially, i finally made up with an old friend of mine that i talked to for hours on one sitting but she refused to stay and left. i’ve many more instances of stuff happening that make me happy but then shit goes south and i’m back to square one but i don’t even see the point of writing them the fuck down. the problem is that it never makes me sad, it makes me angry all the time. i don’t know whether you can keep getting sadder and sadder or not but it’s only a matter of time before something happens if you keep on getting angrier. trust me i know about that.
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oh i know. anger is something else, isn’t it? i’d rather be sad most of the time, but i once read something on tumblr that stated how each emotion we feel says something about our situation. so we feel for a reason, and our emotions are not meant to be dismissed, though, we’re conditioned to just brush them off. i’ve learned to pay close attention to the way i feel, especially in particular environments and people. anger can be dangerous, but it can also pave the way to where you need to be in life, so i believe. but i’d rather be sad than angry. i can barely handle my own rage.
Whats there to do about any feeling? You can tell about it to someone but it wouldn’t do anything in the end nevertheless. And I see no other thing to do other than to tell it to someone or keep it in.