Holy Week is stupid but I made an extra fifty bucks for an hour of singing tonight so no complaining.
My emotions today ranged from utter disgust and disappoint to the brink of tears to uncontrollable laughter.
I’m grateful for the fact that I can feel things and that I am a living human being. Even if I feel depressed and shitty it’s okay because it means I’m alive and I am capable of feeling love for something to the point of it hurting. Does that make sense? Also, no matter how shitty I feel, soon enough I’m going to laugh again and something is going to make me happy again. This too shall pass, motherfuckers.
“whiskey makes the heart beat faster
but it sure doesn’t help the
mind and isn’t it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?”—Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via sad-plath)