I once read somewhere: “It just a bad day and not a bad life”

Whoever wrote that… was right. It really isn’t a bad life at all. It’s just that sometimes bad days really get you good and you want to hate on the world and just punch anything… something… in the face.

It feels like it’ll never end and that everything that could go wrong will go wrong. But you know what, someone told me that however good or bad a situation is it will change. And I say, while we wait for the bad day to end and the situation to change we could just do this:

cry our eyes out and shout at the top of our lungs

because if it’s any consolation, you’ll probably feel a little relieved after a good solid cry and you’ll get that knot in your chest untied after a good release of angst and stress.

For whatever this is worth, i hope you got something out of it. I’ll definitely sleep better after this. Off to dreamland. Zzzz.