VoyagerThroughLife

It’s over, the semester is over. I still have some assignments due, but I went to my last class today. I cried so hard. I cried from every fiber of my soul. Free at last, free at last THANK GOD ALMIGHTY IM FREE AT LAST. I cried and swayed side to side thanking God and giving myself the therapy I haven’t been throughout this semester. I cried out my fear, I cried out my shame, I cried out my anger, and I cried out my regret. It’s over. Everyday I wanted to die before the sun came up, but I feel like I can finally want to see tomorrow. I’m free.

I worked this semester. I went to the doctors with bad news. I went against my morals and principles. Pushed my body to new painful limits. I was mentally exhausted and emotionally dead. I lost a friend in a hideous way. My family believed lies about me. I couldn’t go home. My finances were and are in trouble. My laptop broke. I made a mistake that I refuse to voice. I neglected myself. I lost my sense of self and relapsed in people pleasing. I blanked three times during my presentation. I got Cs and Ds on some exams. It was a rough couple months.

Oops, my finger slipped.

What a pathetic waste of oxygen. Calling Musk a punk is an insult to punks everywhere. He's less useful than a dead rat. He's an egomaniac the likes of which humanity hasn't suffered outside of fiction. The only good he'll do is fertilizing the ground he rots under and providing a bathroom with his gravestone.

Spirited Away (2001) — Dir. Hayao Miyazaki