Sorry for venting. Maybe a clean slate is good after all. If u newbies are offended, i apologize. Well, not really. Lol. tho I'm thinking maybe I should change the name of my blog back to “little deaths.”
Little deaths are the sh*tty things that keep u from living the life u want. Little deaths force u to avoid things because ur afraid. In a nutshell, u don’t have to be phobic to have a little death. But i think we’re all a little phobic even though we don’t admit it 2 ourselves.
A little death is when some unfortunate thing happens in ur life (a breakup, ur partner cheats on you, losing your job, somebody calls u the “outcast of the universe,” etc.) and a small part of u dies inside. It changes u just a little bit. Maybe u stop privileging some positive quality about ur self that uv always appreciated; and u start focusing on some negative bullshit, then talk ur self into accepting it as truth. But it’s not. We just think it is. Most of the time we’re not even aware that we r avoiding sh*t.
Current mood: cooling off