Sometimes I forget how therapeutic it is to write after something crappy has happened. I’ve been dreading writing these recent posts and I’m unsure why. They all have to do with love and I’ve just had a crappy relationship with love recently. Is it my own fault, probably, well yes it is. I take it as karma so I’m not too upset about it. I recognize it for what it is and keep it moving. Since, I’ve started writing I feel the weight slowly lifting off of my shoulders. Suddenly, my mind is clearer and things don’t seem so dismal.