I had one of these breakdown sessions in the privacy of my own bedroom.
Cried my heart out and cried myself to sleep.
Felt great. Felt repaired. Guess I would be able to stand back up and be stronger than ever.
However, like all things repaired, they bound to still break down again.
Note: Thanks for your concern (if you're concerned), but please don't come start asking me about what happened and yadda. Just wanted to blog down this piece of my life here.
my sentient self
ninnnnniee, dumb, but not tt dumb. fat + unpretty. Messed up + screwed up. Complainy + bitchy. One big lazy ass w a really big arse. :|