Art and PMS

My days bro. I can't wait for my period to end. The last few days are so trifling. The most random bs irks me. It's so tempting to wallow in shame like some pathetic heifer. People are more bothersome and I feel maybe slightly bad. At most I just block people, because I'd rather use the button for it's intended purpose than go back and forth with someone on the Internet. Dear Lord in Heaven, may I never forget the power of the block button, may I not get caught up in drama, may I not get caught up in mediocre human foolishness. Amen.

Being human is very, it's something. I genuinely hope not a lot of people remember me, like ME. I guess I'd rather be a topic of discussion after hitting the grave though than while being alive tbh. I think about that day sometimes, when I'll pass. I wonder how my elderly years will be. There's so much I'd like to see, places to travel, things to learn and enjoy. I don't want my memories to be filled with the drama of the flesh. May my family and my days be peaceful, and may we have proper discernment on who they allow into their circle. I don't enjoy my habitual distaste and judgement of others. I don't want to hate everyone I come across. It can be hard to shut my mouth. I often find myself uttering apologies no one else can hear when insults and words of criticism slip out. I've no right, the best I can do is be well managed on how I react to others and I how I decide to move forward.