I always tell myself I would blog more, write more, dream more, think more and put whatever I feel like out there... But as always, that doesn't seem to be the case. I always end up finding myself writing when it gets too crowded emotionally or mentally that I somehow need to vent. True, venting out to friends seems to be the thing best to do, but there are just simply times I appreciate the pseudo-anonymity the internet provides.
So how is it possible that I survived far more pain in the years of past without the need to write it all down, and yet, the pain I suffer in silence currently has begged me to put it all out there? I can't help but wonder if the strength I had stocked up on in the trying parts of life had somehow been depleted tremendously that I am left with the need to vent out, in my typically vague manner, of course.
Either way, I feel a bit better, though I know this is far from over. But reality and responsibility beckons, and I must heed their call for I am not a super woman, nor do I consider myself extraordinarily gifted with inhuman abilities to juggle everything without need for some emotional reprieve.
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