I hate the growing pit in my stomach
I hate the weight on my shoulders
I hate the ache in my heart
I hate the dullness I portray
I hate the anger I show
I hate the stupid words I say
I hate the growing pit in my stomach
I hate the weight on my shoulders
I hate the ache in my heart
I hate the dullness I portray
I hate the anger I show
I hate the stupid words I say
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If I was being flippant, I would say 'Oh, just a bad hair day!' Oops!
You're as good as anyone else 🙂
Appreciated orchidee, some days those are words I need to hear.
Rant away! I've many a rant most of which are buried somewhere and unsaved. But just this week I had this growing pit to deal with. So for myself an excellent timing for expression.
I always feel so bad about ranting, always feel like I'm looking for attention. which I suppose I do, hence my post. my mental state is quite impulsive, and at times I don't think before I post lol.
And that is quite a privilege to have as a person, to be able to rave and rant as the need arises, or even the whim. That is probably why people fight for such freedom over the centuries, against censorship, freedom of expression and battling cancel culture and such.
All the hated things are solvable,
We can easily end them one day,
This list contains only trifles,
Please start to tackle them dear!
I really do hope things get better, and don't worry, I'm trying my best!
It's cathartic right?
Keep going 🙂
To a degree, yes. I will!
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