LET IT ALL OUT.



Today should have been a really good day. Unfortunately, I didn't feel good about the day. But really, that's crazy because I didn't stress much at work and my bubugaga got me a router(which has been a major need of late). 

Even with all these good tides, I felt frustrated, a feeling I can't explain or decipher why. I kept stumbling on things and being clumsy all day. One time I even came down from a motorcycle and walked off forgetting I hadn't paid, another I forgot my boss's ATM card pin which I use every day I go to work(had to call and ask for it again. 

Surely, I was feeling out of place and truly I had something bottled up inside. The moment I arrived home from work while opening the gate I fell face down on the ground and there, that was the last straw, I couldn't take it anymore.

I burst into a puddle of tears, mean, I swept. 
Even when I managed to get up I still went into my room, locked the door, and cried my eyes out. After crying for what felt like forever I got up, with a clearer mind. Had a cold bath as I took nearly an hour to comb my hair(I hadn't combed it for ages). 

Anyways, the point is, that emotional outburst helped me. Though I felt weak after crying that heavily, I did feel better. Now, I have this purple heart from beating myself over things that are way out of my control and I don't allow myself to cry as much as I need. Today taught me how therapeutic crying can be. 

Dearest reader, don't keep it bottled up inside, let it out sometimes, even if it means crying. Vent once in a while, it's proof that you're human, don't try to be stronger than you are. 



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