How?
How do you process feelings?
I have a strange relationship with my feelings. (As I do with most things that I interact with in this world ^^;;;)
I think people go in cycles, yeah? Like sometimes they’re harder, and sometimes they’re softer.
I feel incredibly soft these days. Just a squishy ball of emotions that rage within me. Most times they’re manageable, with just a small splash of anxiety to keep me from collapsing underneath the weight of existential questioning and the desire to mean fucking something. I get pretty intense when I think about this life. This time that I’ve been given to live. What can I do? What can I do? Am I using this time wisely? God, why does it pass so quickly? Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
Those are usually the thoughts in my head.
Though I think I’m calmer these days.
I have good humans in my corner. Helping me learn, live, explore. I’m so grateful to them. So happy they are as enthusiastic about being in my life as I am in theirs.
Arghh…here comes the hard part.
Or at least it feels hard for me.
I saw an article the other day that really hit me.
Like punched me in the heart with brass knuckles and dipped in cramp-inducing poison.
(Don’t click if your heart easily aches)
An 8 year old girl in India was repeatedly gangraped and murdered.