i dunno if that statement really means anything. i like the way it sounds though: all angry like the wind trying to destroy the wall beside me in my room. it’s still going at it like the fucker it is. at least the fucker rain had stopped flooding the house over and over again.
what’s weird though (and this is the real part of this post) is that after days and days of rain, never once had i a moment to stop, breathe and think as i always do when the weather’s like this. there was no quiet in me in the middle of a literal storm (a typhoon just to be exact). it seems as the rain and wind got worse, so did the storm inside my head. and that mood reached a peak last night as i realized something important. my limbs turned cold in 2.5 seconds and my heart wanted none of the shit it’s been through. and for a moment there i seriously wanted to fold. i (much like my heart did) wanted none of the shit the world and myself are giving me. it would be so easy to drop out the face of their planet and go on my merry (though miserable) way. in that moment i tried to do that but much to my physical heart’s dismay, i couldn’t. i’m not that type of person. i know i’m weak but i also know how big my pride is and how much of that pride will not give up just to save face. i know, i know, “pride, such a noble reason.” guess what? i don’t give a damn. if i have to succumb to my pride then so be it. it doesn’t change the fact that i have to produce results despite the fucking rain eating up my time and destroying my plans. and hell, at least i can swallow enough pride to admit this to myself.
okay i’m going to stop there because anymore of this ranting and i will break my laptop keyboard. on the bright side of things: i’m glad my feet are mostly dry again.