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Originally Posted by Zombie
Oh honey. Just be careful with that. I do that a lot - if something is messing with me and I don't feel equipped to deal with it at that particular moment, I pack it up in a mental cardboard box and promise myself I will come back to it later when I am able to deal. Of course, I never do, so my mind's warehouse is totally overflowing with random f*ckery, and I'm pretty sure that's why my inner monologue closely resembles the Bataan Death March.
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I'm used to it, unfortunately. I seem to have become a champion Bottler over the last few years. Just cork it up and put it on the shelf in my own little "warehouse". I tried a couple of times to talk to people on the outside world, but they just made me see that it just wasn't worth it in the end. They turned out not to be trustworthy. So I just don't talk about it anymore and just simply take my bad weather out on myself in unhealthy fashions. Shiny Happy Bee. That's me *Thumbs up and fake smile*. Maybe it's one of the reasons I like Fleetwood Mac so much. Their **** distracts from my ****, so to speak lol.