Sometimes, there’s things you just can’t involve yourself in or think about because they make you want to (prettymuch) kill yourself. There’s a lot of things about myself, a lot of things about other people, and a lot of things about my relationships with other people that I just have to fucking let go of. When I think about them, I want to die. The more I just stay away from the subjects, the better off I am, right? There’s nothing I can really change, so I figure it’s best just to move on. It’s just not worth the constant stress and anxiety these things cause me. That feels like a big theme in my life recently. Learning to just fucking let go of things.
Oh yeah, speaking of letting go: I have a job at Disneyland that I want to quit. Why? Because it’s hard and time consuming. Yeah, go figure. In my opinion, the hours and stress put into that job do NOT equal up to what I’m getting paid. Call me lazy, call me spoiled, I don’t really give a shit. At least it’s made me realize that I need to go back to school.
its not selfish yo. you can do what’err you want. only opinion that matters is your own.
Ultimately, only you know whether or not what you’re getting out of it is equatable to what you put in, so if anyone calls you spoilt, tell them I sent them a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up. I’m sorry that your Disneyland job isn’t the kind of job I’m sure you envisioned. I hope all works out.
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Letting go is something I seriously struggle with or just flat out feel is impossible. Here’s to letting go!! xx