Once upon a time my heart and head simultaneously combusted due to excessive amounts of this thing formally referred to as-life.
I've had little time to write, let alone think the past little bit. Being contained inside my head, my thoughts and words have been growing more and more restless. i don't think its good for my health to restrict them from flowing for such extended periods of time. The good news? I'm finally letting the ticking bomb go off. so boom.
hear me out cause here i go. -- I'm scared, confused, stressed and tired. However I'm also exploding with gratitude, love, sympathy and understanding. Millions upon millions of feelings impact this little heart of mine every waking moment. its fragile, this heart of mine. and somedays it feels as if its been completely crushed. today would be one of those heart crushing days. not good.
i admire people who continually explode with optimism, the world needs more people like them. however, I am not one of them. Although in nearly every circumstance i like to view the glass as half full, i have doubts and i have fears. plenty of them. sometimes i cry. thats okay. i've learned that, accepted that. come to terms with the fact that bad days are completely acceptable.
on bad days --
on bad days --
its okay to have the volume on maximum. to drown out unhappy sounds.
its okay to spend an hour and a half sitting at the public library. to get away from real life for just moment.
its okay to be scared. very scared.
its okay to have a mini taylor swift concert in your bedroom. because that girls got a song for everything.
its okay to have a mini taylor swift concert in your bedroom. because that girls got a song for everything.
its okay to home and lay in the middle of the floor and yell some random words. when you're home alone.
its okay to call your best friend at lunch time and tell her about how school sucks so bad when she's gone.
its okay to have a mini meltdown walking home from school. on a particularly hard day.
its okay to get upset when you forget your homework at home. the day its due.
its okay to cry. cry hard.
its okay to have a bad day every once in a while. for no particular reason.
yours-nolle
yours-nolle
Baby girl.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you had a rough day. I'll bring you a treat tomorrow.