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One seems to harp on the past too much and those holes in our undies or our panties just seem to get holier and bigger the longer time goes by as we are holding onto memories and crap and shit betches. The shit in the past happened. It happened, and it will never come back and we need to move on from it and learn from it… and if we can’t do that. .. well then… pack your louis vutton and chanel handbag with all your fabulous shit and move far far away and get a brain and heart transplant to forget everything and start all over again as that could help perfectly A change of scenery, a new job, a new circle of friends, a new apartment may be the answer to your troubles and bring you the fresh start you so anxiously desire. Whatever it is , just get the fuck out of where you are , cause every minute counts and every moment is special…. and the longer it takes you to realise that, well the more money your psychiatrist or your medical insurance will be earning… so just Balance out and figure out where the fuck you are in your life, what YOU really want and how YOU are gonna get it !

You destination - imagine the scene, you are climbing a mountain, wearing those goddamn awful outfits, and you are slowly starting to feel like you are struggling to breath due to the altitude—– this is where you are in your life— you are struggling to breath, everything is too much, you are in pain, you are miserable , depressed, Bitchy , , irritable, annoyed, your willingness and desire to exist is questionable!!!!! and then you are handed some oxygen!!!!! YAY BITCHES someone remembered the fresh undies, with every breath you take your misery, your depression , your irritability and a list of other Fucking annoyances to the world out there subsides and becomes controllable . You took that step. You reached out. That bedazzled gas mask was a blessing from the divas above