For next January, I boast to do the venting fast. No verbal or public written ranting for thirty-one days.
Well... no, but at the same time, I don't really consider it a failure either. A lot of things happened that I had to talk out, and changing my focus lending me more toward actually fixing things, instead of just tolerating them. On the other hand, there is a bunch of things that I NEED to tolerate, the time for action not being now.
Regardless however, in the literal sense of the word, I failed. I intend to attempt this again, when things are a little more stable. Maybe in March or so, we'll have to see.
For next February, I boast to survive in whatever way neccessary, while transitioning to more healthy coping mechanisms.
Ah February... how I loathe thee. And it's started *so well*, I am filled with copious foreboding My laptop is breaking again. The powercord also overheats, and has now melted all the wires so that keeping a current flowing is becoming impossible. Plus there are other problems with it which I'm hoping are related, because I'm fucked if they're not. The buses are back, but not really, but kinda, but...
Whatever.
Survive. That's all I need. If I drink too much? Whatever. If I bite everyone's head off? Oh well. Fly through opiates like they're candy? Well, hope you can keep getting a perscription. Just survive. If I do it well, so much the better.
*sigh*
I hate February. |
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